as unsparing as glass hung to mirror is--
in the cold cast monologue of eyes,
the faces of years never purveyed
true reflection.
so there is no preparing to meet it
in another's eyes who see themselves,
as you see yourself for the first time.
whereupon the light of day clears its
space overhung with veils, exposing
those eyes.
momentarily struck dead by the force
of their essential seeing--what played
haunted host to the lighting of a
lifetime.
suddenly stares back--one sees one's
reflection, a shock only Love can absorb.
Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 12:27 PM UTC
as unsparing as glass hung to mirror is--
in the cold cast monologue of eyes,
the faces of years never purveyed
true reflection.
so there is no preparing to meet it
in another's eyes who see themselves,
as you see yourself for the first time.
whereupon the light of day clears its
space overhung with veils, exposing
those eyes.
momentarily struck dead by the force
of their essential seeing--what played
haunted host to the lighting of a
lifetime.
suddenly stares back--one sees one's
reflection, a shock only Love can absorb.
