Birthdays Poem by Magdalena Biela

I'll bake tonight a rounded cake
to celebrate the wish I make
I'll lit my candles with the Moon
and let them glow in nightly gloom.

I wish myself a better year,
to feel and see what I can't hear,
and as a snake sheds its own skin
I'd like to shed my old chagrin.

In darkened room a mirror stays,
in candlelight I catch a gaze
from mirror staring straight at me.
One moment thought: who could that be?

The candles shiver as I do,
She looks at me as if she knew
something I did not. Who is she?
From mirror comes another me.

A girl with dark wide opened eyes,
she's silent without any smiles.
She's watching from another time,
she hears and sees a silenced chime.

I look into the mirror's will
another me its waves reveal.
All other me that through time strives
to help me learn my other lives.

I make a wish and write it on
a piece of paper which anon
I fold in half and light in fire,
and let it burn my heart's desire.

Candles like not to be blown out.
Wet fingertips or with my clout
I kill their flame. I'm born again.
With all my stars I drink champagne.