mirror

you are mirrored 

neuroses 

of each other, 

and it's love 

the bliss of love, 

the intensity of it a

cosmic rip in 

spacetime 

when will destiny be

fulfilled 

and the sighing days

cease to 

exist 

if i waited

this whole life i've waited

for the jewel of my soul, 

and she is it and doesn't know, 

and another thinks she is, 

and another grows very curious,

another lends her ear, 

and another married a cruel, stupid man, 

still another wants to run away

my life and reason with a smile that 

could break the blazing sky,

where in the world do you 

keep your quiet home? 

will i be a gray and tired man

before the day? 

I saw her

i lay no claim to her

and life itself cannot own

her passing

for she lives a deeper magic

untouched by any common 

hour 

but... i'd like to think

i've seen her with my

patient eyes 

sharpened by the northern wind, 

Middle Eastern suns, 

and jungles of infinite green, 

there beneath the 

lightbulb in my kitchen 

i saw her. 

how was it possible? 

i was ready...