by G. Alexis Page

Created on: March 23, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

The Mirror

Where Do I turn
To face me,
Quiet in moments
Of doubt,
Alone
In A tunnel
Void of light?
My hands
stretching forward,
Fingers brailling
The density of air,
Recognizing nothing
Reflected back to me.

Who's words were
Those,
spoken so harshly,
While ecstasy's power
Swept away all reasoning?
Who's voice muttered
While the throes of passion
Invaded my sacred cavern,
Stealing from me
yet again,
The years of self imposed
protection?

Fragile is the crack
Found in the surface
Of gentle waters
Pooled and glossy,
Calling, calling to
A silent song inside.
The Lines of my face
Run like rivers of tears
Collected in cisterns
Flowing beneath
The surface of
Mercury and ice.

I see you there,
Engulfed in the mists,
Deep within eyes
Of turquoise blue
Brilliant shards of
Shattering light
Where do you begin,
Where do I end,
Past the mirror,
Past this point?

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