Ghosts and Mirrors

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Mirror

A see-through mirror reflection,
useful until it's not anymore.
Dreams and hopes and wishes are irrelevant,
don't matter to those who matter.
Forgetful thoughts and reflections drown,
a sea of higher importance.
Push down the lowly ones,
smile but don't let it reach your eyes.
Or your heart.

Undeserved Friend

A dear friendly fellow,
trusting you forever.
Until every green thing
turned to dust particles,
and then blew away.
You were his god,
his fearless leader
into every new day.
But now where have
you led him to?
Your faithful friend,
never doubting companion,
power abused, worn and
now tired to death.
Ever at your side,
no reason what so ever.
You don't deserve this
friend, so happy to
see you every time.

Strangers

Such utter surprise,
yet joyfully so.
Two strangers met,
and yet they knew
each other well.
Such hope in their
eyes, like burning lights.
Hearts entwined, a lovely
dance of celebration.
Recognized themselves
in each other and
wanted to know more.
Let the journey
begin.

Once....

Once upon a time,
a woman had a baby,
but the baby looked so odd,
so they put the baby away,
into a treasure box,
and once again they tried,
this time, wanting perfection.

Once upon a time,
a woman had a baby,
but the baby was slightly ill,
so this one too was put away,
silent and simple little thing.

There was no cry
because it's alright.
Life isn't life
until we say so.
The fine line's been crossed,
there's no going back.

Shakespearean Sonnet

It is a wish come true,
a beautiful thing from a dream.
To be so close, to be in love with you,
and yet, things are not always as they seem.
This entire time together is all a lie,
a mere puppet of the thing called reality.
And so all day I smile, and every night I cry,
and all the while I wonder at the slight possibility,
that you may someday love me as well.
Shall you never hold my hand for more
than show? My heart rose and instantly fell,
remembering why we are here; my heart shall never soar.
In the end of all things, we finally will part
and all I can do is pray for a new start.

Leave the Poems Alone

Leave the lovely poems alone,
they are museum paintings.
Beautiful, fragile, delicate art,
ponderous, questionable, anything possible.
Abstract, 3D, so many meanings,
all correct, or maybe all wrong.
But if you touch them,
impose your theories, stamp your mark,
and say "this is this" and nothing else...
you are a murderer, a vile creature,
taking away the beauty from beauty itself.
Taking the Mona Lisa, drag it through the mud.
It all comes down to ink, to paper, to nothing.
If you won't appreciate the artwork,
then leave this place of wonder,
and take your theories with you.