Mirrors And Shards Poem by Anahit Arustamyan

MIRRORS AND SHARDS
Mirrors! Your crystal walls capture faces.
How long have they been chasing me or someone else?
Reflection is something like a glass of wine.
An embroidered glass thinks of the red wine to be its hot blood.
The glass falls on the floor and spills the wine on its broken spine.
Mirrors! Your reflection is something like ages in a horse cart.
The horse leads all ages to space to light them in the stars' eyes.
Mirrors! Your glass is a manuscript but it lets its scripts disappear.
You may reflect someone's eyelashes with diamond tears.
You picture someone's silky cheeks with pink roses and white lilies.
Mirrors, don't boast! You reflect something which is near.
Don't boast! Your crystal walls capture nothing gone from here.
An old woman may get mad and break you to pieces.
Your shards will fall on the floor with her deep wrinkles.
Mirror images! I dare to ask you if you are real.
The broken glass was the crystal skin of the wine's red mirror.