'mirror me'

~*~ the golden pattern shines sun and moon entwined sparkling yellow starlight dawns hushed eyes aglow the craftsmanship is unique quality for none to par the handles intricate carvings a warm life flows when held I trace my fingers so gently and caress the fine outlines the central surface shimmers radiating the patterns life even in this shadow room the object glints and moves like a creature of nature I imagine warm blood flowing within its inner grooves the urge I hold against me I can not deny once here I dance to hold within those flames of day and night I chance a finger straying to the inner surface coiled the smooth metallic feeling even this seems to carry warmth ever silent I breathe more slowly I chance not a mist of fear I firm my grip on wood etched with lifes own grace and in that moment of movement I realise my doubts draw near what if I look and again see that reflection of nothingness that dwells where I glance and lays my numbness here for all the world to notice I lay this prophetic object creature of lifes true light face down on this barren scape and wait for another chance a possibility of a new path with my fate shimmering intact instead of endless shadow an abyss of endless black ~*~ Written February 18th, 2002 © on Feb 18 2002 11:08 AM PST    18 • 0 • 10