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Apr 25, 2008
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My Reflections
I saw my reflection in the mirror at the beginning of the day,
and the "hope" in my eyes was so very pronounced
because I yearned for things unseen.
And the brilliance of the day was even brighter,
from the light reflected from the shards of possibilities.
So brilliant were these rays,
that they had embarrassed the Sun,
to where the mercury in all of the thermometers
did blush, out of the sincerest respect.
My reflection, later in the day by a beautiful lake,
introduced me to a different view of myself.
One born from weariness of the journey and it's elements,
As gravity seemed to pull harder, surprise showed in my eyes.
For the clouds had dimmed the brightness,
and were trying to posess the day.
But, the temporary gloom refreshed me,
and...after glancing into the water, once again
"relaxed", is what the spirit of my soul displayed.
Finally, I saw my reflection in two tears shed from your eyes.
And, as the Moon collects the keys to the day,
and prepares to lock up shop for the Sun,
I know...that that's the reflected image that matters most of all.
For one eye shed a tear out of sorrow...
..and I'm sorry for you ever having had a reason to cry at all.
But the other tear, the one shed from happiness and joy,
flattered my image, and reflected why your essensce shines so very bright.
For that's the tear you've never wiped away.
and the "hope" in my eyes was so very pronounced
because I yearned for things unseen.
And the brilliance of the day was even brighter,
from the light reflected from the shards of possibilities.
So brilliant were these rays,
that they had embarrassed the Sun,
to where the mercury in all of the thermometers
did blush, out of the sincerest respect.
My reflection, later in the day by a beautiful lake,
introduced me to a different view of myself.
One born from weariness of the journey and it's elements,
As gravity seemed to pull harder, surprise showed in my eyes.
For the clouds had dimmed the brightness,
and were trying to posess the day.
But, the temporary gloom refreshed me,
and...after glancing into the water, once again
"relaxed", is what the spirit of my soul displayed.
Finally, I saw my reflection in two tears shed from your eyes.
And, as the Moon collects the keys to the day,
and prepares to lock up shop for the Sun,
I know...that that's the reflected image that matters most of all.
For one eye shed a tear out of sorrow...
..and I'm sorry for you ever having had a reason to cry at all.
But the other tear, the one shed from happiness and joy,
flattered my image, and reflected why your essensce shines so very bright.
For that's the tear you've never wiped away.
— docmaverick, Apr 25, 2008
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Xenia
18 years 1 month ago
nice
pinksheep
18 years 1 month ago
I've
docmaverick
18 years ago
Pinksheep...
pinksheep
18 years ago
I am going to try to help