REFLECTIONS IN THE MIRROR

Mirrors have always fascinated me, confronting me with my other self, exact but reversed, and showing me a glimpse of their replicate world – as real as my own, and, who knows, perhaps even more so?

REFLECTIONS IN THE MIRROR

I am me, and you are also.
Am I you, or are you me,
As we gaze, each seeming brighter,
Into deep Eternity?

And your mirror world shines softly
With a cool quicksilver light
As your searching eyes call ever
For my spirit’s silent flight

Through the mirror’s timeless border
To the other side of Space,
Where my world is yours reflected
In the mirror’s glossy face.

All stands still in ageless wonder
As my world just flutters by
Like a phantom caught by daylight
In the glowing eastern sky.

But I enter not this kingdom –
The inversion of my own.
Yet I stand before the mirror
Like an image lost, alone,

And my other calls me softly
Through the mirror’s sparkling hue
As I gaze, and still I wonder,
Are you me, or am I you?