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Reflections of Life

Abstractions and passions in an unordered life

By Michael RootPublished 6 months ago • 2 min read
Reflections of Life
Photo by Inga Gezalian on Unsplash

The glass mirror reflects the light showing a new and shapely aspect,

Shadows sliding across the changed landscape, fresh contours flowing.

Black and white, and color colliding, highlighting hidden gems, as

Skillful hands, shaping, forming, uncover secret beauty.

My hands upon my face, touching, tracing foreign features, again,

Alien discord resonates with disjointed imaginings, as searches for

Familiar pathways among newly formed landmarks lead to vain

Trails of uncertain footing, and journeys of random destinations.

A lover’s hands trace my face, her eyes taking in its familiarity,

Her eyes are warm, the lines around them reveal her fading youth.

She faintly smiles, her beauty condenses and brings a moment’s pause, again

Its timeless essence flows as water, a gentle rain cascading over me, the

Silver droplets lingering, hanging suspended in the moment, falling upon the ground.

A meeting, a date, an interlude of expectant adventure, anxious words and smiles,

Dance between her and I, we look upon one another, we listen to each’s voice, the

Resonance begins to work its magic between two lives, intermingling hopes and

Destinies.

Summer’s warmth caresses me, enveloping me, intoxicating me, I reach

Toward the sun, following its circular outline as it blazes across the sky, burning

Endlessly it moves and brings life, bathing all in its radiant energy, oh

I feel it finding me, its intensity drawing me, pushing me, nourishing my every step.

Deep breaths, draw life into my body, and I feel alive, I feel the steps before me,

The curtains are drawn back, revealing ageless quests, footprints and tears

Upon the slopes of desire, and mountains dim in shadows of impossibility, the

Ravens sing in my ear, and I hear their song, echoing within, and I see world’s end.

The moon is crystal, clear, it hangs still, unmoving, casting a lonely look upon my lake,

Its surface pale and blue-grey, unmoving ripples impact shores of faded reality, still

Earth piled round me, under me, on top of me, my breath faded upon the wood

Still I lie, eternity’s water and the cold light flood my soul, and I see of life no more.

My love, she is in the deep valley, and upon peaks of passion, I feel

Her breath upon my neck, her kiss upon my lips, her touch upon my loins, oh

My love, touch me again, for I am yours, and you are mine, and together we are

Forever in each other’s arms, fragments of memory, binding us through endless halls of time.

Dew upon the morning grass, sparkling in morning rays, meet a new day’s dawn,

Awakening, arising, moving, I am alive, I am victorious, opening

My arms embrace this day and its mystery, seethes forth, echoing cries

Of a siren’s song, upon the wind, I hear my name and know she calls for me.

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    Written by Michael Root