1A white road stretches before me
Straight forward into the shadow.
My image cast upon the ground
So deep like pensive water
I could break,
Cascading downward
A drop of silver
To split the surface.
Ripples rip this pristine shape
My image cast upon a mirror
All is mute, all is simple
One side no color
One shape too transparent
To fully see.
Fading always to a point of no return
A line along which I wish to follow
Disappearing slowly as if to trick
The senses lockedon this side.
A smile half hidden
Not to be shared
Not to be wasted on the young
Or unworthy
This world so full of mud encrusted mortals
In a mirror I shall never die.
Sweet oblivion etched around my eyes
Tainted love about my chin
Desperate pleading in my brows
My face is that of a sinner.
Two worlds meet with the touch of glass
The other looking all but bleak
Beckoning, always beckoning
Come and join me on the other side