MIRROR

he legs of I heart moving past half moon
Dry silence mixed with poisonous ivy filled to the brim of I cup
I dared fate only to give birth to the savage living in I shadow
And that story lingers in the ears of I bed side,
I can hear whispers from the fountain whose waters breathe white petals
The beggar charmed with a strange smile who promised gold
And words colorful that deemed the rainbow blind.

I hear the story of yesterday,
When bound by chains laughing at pain whose sweet lips
Touched mine and left a bitter taste flattering I virgin tongue.
It was but the moment when purple mist bounced off glittering green shore waves.
Asked to forsake warmth and fish at midnight when waters reflected cloud shadows
A heart for a hook and happiness as bait
Of the two neither returned
Only to be served a portrait on an old dusty platter
With a soothing thought that the foundations beneath I feet crumble in a split second of choice
How naïve? Fleeting emotion whose nose had no room for reason

I look at the mirror
I see I vice and weakness soon to fade from memories held in high esteem,
I see again and again,
The vague blurred image clears but slow
I see me no more,
I see you,
All a while it was but you,
I was blinded by the purest of deep impulsive passion,
Yes you wanted I to see you all a while,
Then I ask, where I was a half a decade and 360 moons,
Where was I?
I was lost in you,
All you wanted was I to see you,
But never was I there,
You expect I to reflect your image
But never I
You crucify I with blemishing tongue
I am no Knight
Perhaps the servant tending your black vine yard
So now I rest knowing the last image in the mirror is you.