Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
Mirrored

Staring into the broken glass
I realize how much time has truly passed
These pieces of a destructed mirror
Show me the secrets of so many past years

The mirror holds images of starlit skies
Things that only exsisted in undescrible times
Dark and dreary ocean depths
Of blue and black and orange and red

Velvet, violet, red-blood sunsets
Pasts and presents and things that have not come yet
Delicate hands of strong old trees
Death and rebirth of thousands of leaves

Ageless faces calling out
Voicless shouts of fear and doubt
Unreachable places of no danger, no pain
Untouchable pictures of days with no trouble, no rain

The sun is shimmering down and down
Longing to reach it wings to the ground
It reaches and shines upon this mirror
And then the clouds burst with the earth's unmeasureable tears

I am falling, falling, into them now
The glass, the past
It is all becoming my own

I do not want it
And I cannot have it
But somehow it is reaching into my blood-stained hands
Taking me towards its captured lands

The mirror I have studied
Is in turn studying me
Everything I have done
It turns and does to me

And now I realize
Standing here
That truthfully I have not been studying it
You see, it was always studying me

In reality, I have lost but still won
I have lived but I am fatally stung
No matter what we can ever say
I have learned the truth today

You never study the image within a mirror
It always studies you-
Until your time draws near

It finds you pain-
It finds your fear
And then it shows you
We have been mirrored

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