"Walls & Mirrors"

 

 

Tell me what you see
oh looking glass man,
do you see beauty?                                   

Do you see soft lips
and ample hips, or
smooth skin to wrap
your hands in?

Do you see eyes like
the moor, dark and
even a shade alluring?
 
Tell me what you see
oh looking glass man,
do you see poetry?

Words that which my lips
produce, like a solid breath,

or a lettered touch, flowing

like silk into your ears?
 

 

Tell me what you see

oh looking glass man,

do you see a strand of hope?

 

A small stitch of a place you

could call your own,

a place for you within me?

 

Oh looking glass man,

I'll tell you what I see.

 

I see a time that came and went,

of endless sunny "hopefuls" and

nights with feathered dreams, of

drapes of emotions washing the

halls and walls of the space I

haunted.

 

I see an old smile creeping at the

corner of my lips, weary and weak

from lack of use.

 

And it tells you, quite simply to...

 

close-your-eyes,

 

for-all-it's-worth.

Reviews

[Wilderness]

wow amazing poem
very very excellent !

[Dawn Jones]

Wow, you are an amazing writer! I love it. You are wonderful with words but I think you should stop looking without to find the beauty within. I think you are amazing. I love you.