Soul's Mirror

   

Come, place a mirror,

up by my heart, you’ll see secrets it carries

inside. Therein, all reflections of you, are

held, rocked, abide. What colours you

are today, tomorrow;

a chameleon-light responds,

connected to my sinew and bones, pulling painfully, with

lengthy bonds, 

and strong, 

that sit,

in turn, attached, from soul to aching soul,

glittering places, bathed,

in something ever-gold and set apart,

by things it thought it knew,

come…place a mirror, 

all there is to see

is you, 

turning

in a chamber

that dances, when you shine,

throbs and beats with truth, when honour,

pours 

all down the lines of every thing

that is,

and explodes with cherished joy, 

that sits in dark and silent pain,

in moments that the sky

between,

seems clogged with something

thick, and freezing cold,

a wall of icy

bricks I question, and you pretend you did not toil 

in earnest

to place them there - I take them down,

one by one, 

again,

so you can see the mirror, reflecting your own face and heart

and soul, and being,

and I hold it up to you. 

Mirror of my soul;

what cracks yours, breaks mine too.