Apparitions' Poem by Mark Heathcote

If we are face to face with apparitions'
Is it real or am I, the one, who's false
Sees we are never truly who we are
If the apparition should be not really true
And we feel a loss to believe it's real
Aren't we then also its equal mirror?
Whose face reflects a convoluted light?
Truth be told ladies this, this nothing
What's all-light when seen in passing?
By our lowly shadows who're always
Crisscrossing one another: but who'
Asks the question what path they're on'
Here on' realities ladder looks the same
Standing together whose is whose
How odd an apparition is how strange'
Their shadows should not oil' with our own