Inside Another's Mind. . .

Mirrored

Mirrored:

How dost thou knowest mine depths?

I hast shown you them many times, my friend.

For you and I are the same and equal.

We are equal in our silence.

We watch the sun gain glory,

We see the people bow before him

Groveling.

But we do not grovel,

My dear friend.

To set our intruiging minds apart from the world's

We wait for dusk.

I peer not at the Sun

But at you, beautiful Moon.

You who have always protected me from the dangers of night.

And in return I gaze into your pale beauty,

The beauty that even the noblest of poets could not see.

They called you sick and green,

But what they are seeing is not you, dear star of night.

They are seeing the Sun,

The Sun reflecting off of your mirrored orb,

Showing the truth of herself to be the truth of you.

But I know better, my sister.

I know you have much beauty in your glimmering surface,

It is the beauty of the world,

For you are a mirror,

And you face the Earth.

Yet the people never see their true reflection,

Do they?

They are always in a slumber, sweet light of the night.

They hide when their blessed sun rests in the waters.

So perhaps if the people opened their eyes

Perhaps if they awoke,

Then maybe they can gaze into your beauty

And see that sick and green grief is them and their sun.

Or perhaps they will see that it is beauty none the less.

The beauty of nature and silence.

Though not many will look, dear Moon.

I will gaze at you.

I will smile and reach to touch you,

Because you and I are the same.

Mirrors of the world,

Mirrors that become so polluted by light

that no one can see our true beauty.