You watch me all the time
With eyes that see much more
Than the mirror often ever shows.
Softly pleading, watching quietly,
Following the purpose of my actions,
Reading me therein.
You are my mirror,
And my crazy logic
Reflects the recognition in your mind.
You understand what I cannot explain,
You are the beacon in my storm-sea.
When you touch me
You lift me high and slip me away
Into warm oblivion for one long moment…
The clickety-clack of wheels on the rail
Bring to me the reality of leaving behind
A dearness which is irreplaceable,
And unforgettable.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC
You watch me all the time
With eyes that see much more
Than the mirror often ever shows.
Softly pleading, watching quietly,
Following the purpose of my actions,
Reading me therein.
You are my mirror,
And my crazy logic
Reflects the recognition in your mind.
You understand what I cannot explain,
You are the beacon in my storm-sea.
When you touch me
You lift me high and slip me away
Into warm oblivion for one long moment…
The clickety-clack of wheels on the rail
Bring to me the reality of leaving behind
A dearness which is irreplaceable,
And unforgettable.
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