I am silver and exact ,I have no preconceptions.
What ever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is ,unmisted by dislike or love
I'm not cruel ,only truthful
The eye for a little god ,for concerned ,
Most of the times I meditate on the opposite wall.
Is it pink, with speckless ? I have looked to it for so long and it is part of my heart but it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I'm like a girl bends over me ,
Searching my reaches for what she really is
Then she turns to those perjurers ,the moon or the candles.
I see her back and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with shreds and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her ,she is important to me
She comes and goes .
Each morning it is her face that replaces darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl,and in me a old woman rises toward her day to day ,like a terrible fish.
