The Farther Side

Beyond the mirror lies a reflection, of a different me

I look for ways to fool the horizon, so I can look at her in peace.

The sun rises on her side and sets on mine

Freckles adorn her stories which my tears define.

I stare at those eyes, dark but alive.

Have the mouths yet conspired to deem them pretty?

All I find are embers, ready to burn their daggers.

She has walls, thin as ice, makes me nauseous!

Or does envy rule my senses, of her yet withstanding trust?

How I long to touch that self, the one untainted, unaware, unscathed

I see scars, but no wounds cut open to bleed.

An ocean of questions, I stand facing her

Every wave passing ravaging the soul.

And so I lift my hand to touch her innocence before she elopes like an illusion,

To clasp her, save her from fading away into oblivion.

Haven't I made the same mistake before?

Elusive as the horizon is, she evades my capture.

Never did I mean to treasure her, nor subserviate to empty accusations.

All I seek is the peace that's been long gone, ever since she chose the other side of the horizon.