I see the face
That looks at me
I read between the lines
Behind the eyes
The light that shines
Trapped within the mirror
Unable to see through
The window to the soul
Hidden by
The flow of tears
Lost amongst the shadows
I sit with G-d
Inside myself
Removed from all others
I see the life
In the reflection
Struggling to effect
Unable to touch
Trapped within the mirror
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
ReplyDelete- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow