Behind the Mirror

I close my eyes, and slowly vanish

Into the void between my breaths,

And as if from behind the mirror

I see my face

As this of death;

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She breaks free from the chains of names,

Cuts through the binding ropes of time,

Rips off the clothes of my ego,

And starts to move away,

Calling along my mind;

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I scream at her:

You cannot go now!

Don’t leave just because you can leave!

Do not discard this destroyed body

When it still has more light to give!

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These eyes again, please, help me open,

With night air fill this sunken chest,

I’m nothing but a cloud of smoke, but

I cannot cross the magic mirror,

And join you on your side yet

To Hold

I know, you will not recognize me

For it was ages ago

That for a day we said good-bye, and

For a lifetime each other lost;

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I wear my age upon my face now

And hunch under the weight of time,

But you are just as I recall:

As beautiful as spring in prime;

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My dreams like autumn leaves have fallen

Upon cold ground for all to tread,

While yours, it seems to me, have blossomed

Like flowers in a fresh bouquet;

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How you have lived I want to ask you

As in my hand I hold your hand,

And at this moment – turn back time, and

Stay by your side, which I once abandoned;

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Then, today would we walk together,

Laughing at our private jokes?

Would my world, you, be small but happy?

Would I for you be a good home?

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In vain I wonder, for my choices

I made a lifetime ago,

When for a day I said good-bye, and

Lost my beacon in an array of storms;

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They left me crazy and disfigured,

They tore my flesh and broke my heart;

I cannot even recognize me

When, swiftly as they come, the hurricanes are gone;

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You walk on by, and I’ll keep walking –

Must be, into another storm;

I wish you love, and light, and joy, and

In the lifetime to come

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I wish to ask you how you lived and

In my hand yours again to hold