The Reflection of Truth

I watched you as you slept last night Your face so pure, as though touched by the grace of God. The weary lines around your eyes softened,   being erased by His loving hand. You began to stir as the wince of your sorrow returned. If I could.. I would reach into your mind and yank free the nightmare that is stalking your serenity, And throw it cascading over the cliff to drown in the tears you have wept from its existence. I too, have dreams during my wake, and my sleep. You are there, with the beautiful profile I have memorized, Your smile beckoning me to forget the image I now behold and cling tightly to your peace of yesterday. Last night I heard your sighs. While your breathing increased I kept tempo with my heartbeat. Once we played a grand duet. Now the masterpiece faces ridicule while it is played over and over Till there is no time or energy left for encores. I watch you as you lay in front of me tonight. My fingers ache with the yearning to run through your jungle of lines and dark shadows. I will seek the mirror of your image   that is buried inside of your outer self. I will find it... and I will smuggle it back into the light. It is here, now. In my eyes Waken and look closely, dear... That is your true reflection, That is you. . Written September 8th, 2001 © on Sep 08 2001 06:32 AM PST   0 • 8