you stand
before your mirror
eons passing by
the dark evening sun
slowly creeps through the window
reflecting in the silvered glass
making your dress shadowy
grey and unreal
you want
to be perfect
for such a perfect night
- glitz and glamour in an unreal dream -
but your nerves betray you
i watch you shake with the fear
that perfection will once again elude you
i wonder
why be scared
of this?
the greatest moment in your life
you apply
make-up with elegant care
and run a comb through your short black hair
meticulously ensuring all is in place
you are so beautiful
so
beautiful you are
i gaze at you
if i could breathe, my breath would be bated
why did i have to lose you
why did i have to leave you
my soul weeps for you
i
look
over your shoulder
into the depths of the mirror
i look
into your eyes so brown
in them
i see the unshed tears
i feel the untold sorrows
i read the unread stories
of your love
such
expressive eyes
you blnk away phantom tears
but i can still see
the sorrow and the longing
i wish i could reach out
with a reassuring touch
but i can't
i
wish i could tell you
you need have no fear
for i will always be with you
but i can't
you
shake yourself
time has slipped away
you must go
one last look in the mirror
to see that all is as it should be
that nothing is out of place
at
last
you are ready
in body
if not in mind
with
poise and grace
you walk to the door
picking up your silvery wrap
off the old armchair
standing
grand and alone
by the fireplace
then
with a smile of confidence
that isn't reflected in your eyes
you leave
to meet with your destiny of the night
i
watch you go
wishing i could be with you
but knowing
it is your fate alone
i
stand alone
in the middle of the room
silence is the only sound
i watch the dust
quietly cover the mirror
before turning to the window
to see that the moon has risen
full and blood-red
it hangs in the sky
a bloody pool of anguish
so cold it is
i can feel it from here
though
i am alone
my thoughts are with you
forever
i
think of you
and smile
while somewhere
in some niche of reality
a flautist begins to play
a melody heavy with the weight of mourning
the sound creeps across eternity
i
can feel it