I see
you in the mirror looking at the wall seeking after what I can’t catch crying
out in mortal pain I cry unto you into the night. Seeds to the beads in a life
for a traveler’s fellow in the mirror the mirror of time. I smell you but I can’t
reach you through the mirror the mirror of this painful life. The mirror shows
me the lands of enchantment that are just out of my reach. I watch through the
mirror as the world changes all around me . . . yet I stay the same . . . the
same age, the same everything. But my friends age through the mirror as I watch
and yell to them that I am here . . . that I am alone and that I need them to
listen . . . for I know the truth and what’s gonna happen.
© January 20, 2012
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