As If...Through A Mirror Darkly. - Poem by Dream Weaver
l have watched the shadows creep, and gather... wreathing stealthily
about the bright, and shining golden hopes, that once, you shared with me;
and, as if... through a mirror, darkly... lit by candle... flickering pale,
the hoping softly slips away... and only darkness still prevails.
The mirror is all foxed, and misty... l cannot make out your face.
l cannot reach out to touch you, in this shadowy, shuttered place
to where, you have retreated; for such words l have, are trapped... it seems
within this spider's web of cracks, all traced across the mirror's sheen.
Despoiled and foggy; lost of substance... this reflection seems to be
now, little more than vain illusion... seems to shimmer mockingly,
whispering 'Your heart misleads your mind... oh, fool... can you not see...
there never was a 'You'... and 'Her'... it was a selfish fantasy.'
There is no depth now, in this mirror... it is, but a frosted screen.
l cannot see into its heart... concealed, behind the hopes and dreams
all seemingly, so shattered... strewn about the depths; lost from my view,
so, was there really nothing there, at all? ... did l so misread you?
As if then, through a mirror, darkly... l reflect a fractured dream;
a hope, for what we might have had; now lost, forever... it would seem.
So, to this mirror of my heart, there really is no more to say...
and, nothing left for me to do...
but quietly turn...
and walk away.
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Edgar Allan Poe
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