You can tell me:
'Well, it's a face..? '
'But, whose...I'm not
so sure? '
Your reflection
smiles awkwardly
as if embarassed
it should know
...the you...of you.
A mirror caught
in another mirror
traps your words
leaving you stranded
in a dimension
other
than here.
() .
Your beauiful
caligraphy
falter...then.. fails
your hand
lost in the wilderness
of a page
the words
losing their minds
script degenerates
to gibberish
you become only
footsteps in the snow
a chill Alzhiemer's wind
cries through
the ruins of you
your face
in the mirror
more real
than the real
...you?
What a lovely birthday gift for me! A look at my 'true' self, 'more real...than the real me? ' I love it! S.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so poignant and true observation... 'you become only footsteps in the snow a chill Alzhiemer's wind cries through the ruins of you'...