/*Looking Glass*

You asked me

to describe you

in a poetic metaphor...

 

You called me

a deep ocean,

for i had many

undiscovered

treasures...

...and secrets,

in my underwater caves...

 

I had to think for a minute.

To look at you.

To think.

But actually

i didn't need to think...

All i had to do

was look at you,

and make myself aware

of what i felt...

 

And when i realised that,

the rest was easy:

''Looking Glass''

 

You did not understand

and laughed disappointed.

''Is that all you

could think of?''

 

Well,

that is what i felt.

How could he not understand it,

the way i understood?

I know

 i should get used to

people not understanding me.

it's not like my thoughts

are even close to lined up,

and they don't come with instructions.

''Handle carefully''

 

So let me explain

what i felt

when i looked at you:

 

The Looking Glass,

it is you.

And i stand before you.

And i see only myself.

 

But i see me in a way

that i could not see me

without you.

For my own eyes

cannot see themselves.

They cannot place themselves

before me

and see me,

as i do,

through you.

 

In you,

i see

the perfect copy

of my own image.

i see

exactly what i am

and who,

and what i stand for.

You remind me.

In you,

i can find myself,

and stay true,

first to me,

then to you,

and then

to the whole wide world.

 

But if my image is you,

am i not you?

Doesn't my being

melt in yours?

Doesn't my seeing 'me'

depend on my seeing you?

 

Has my soul not fallen

into yours then?

And your waves

plunged in my ocean...?

Are all my secrets

not your secrets,too?

Are they even secrets anymore?

 

Is this not what i mean,

every night,

when i whisper to the wind

''i truly,deeply love you''

and hope it carries it to you?

 

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

Oh my gosh, I kept wanting to highlight every verse, but as the poem progressed it just got more and more beautiful...

In you,

i see

the perfect copy

of my own image.

i see

exactly what i am

and who,

and what i stand for.

You remind me.

In you,

i can find myself,

and stay true,

first to me,

then to you,

and then

to the whole wide world.



But if my image is you,

am i not you?

Doesn't my being

melt in yours?

Doesn't my seeing 'me'

depend on my seeing you?



Has my soul not fallen

into yours then?

And your waves

plunged in my ocean...?

Are all my secrets

not your secrets,too?

Are they even secrets anymore?



Is this not what i mean,

every night,

when i whisper to the wind

''i truly,deeply love you''

and hope it carries it to you?


Ari, you are my favorite poetess. This is just gorgeous.
Never stop, being you.

Antonio xx