My mirror
My perfect reflection
You reduce me to silence
Even my thoughts are unintelligible
I know not where I’ve been, but where I want to be.
But, yet, I do not know you. I know your very idea.
My mirror
My last dancer
You’re laugh is an angel’s choir.
Your smile: dusk’s gentle glow
What do you think of me?
Do you think of me?
My mirror
My parallel
You are the one thing I cannot touch
However close you are
Astounding reflection!
I must say I really like the mirror theme in poetry and your poem gives me a beautiful image and inspires me to write one that conveys my own image of a mirror! 'You are the one thing I cannot touch, however close you are'-Perfect ending :)
Love you username by the way (JustMeAgain)