Saturday, March 21, 2009

In the glass, darkly

I don't understand.
When I look in your eyes,
I only see myself reflected there.
Where are you?

I don't just want to see myself in you,
to bounce my own ideas
off your serene clear surface.

Take away the mirror please;
break the glass
into a thousand pieces
that I might see what lies beneath
and learn.

Oh, dear:
I'm talking to myself again,
that's only my own voice
echoing back in the descending dark.

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