Mirrorsight,
Mirrorshroud
Every time I see your eyes I find
a hidden Self inside of you.
Bound within your very bones
There is a certain sense of symmetry:
A binding will, a sly intellect,
a certain special note that betrays your presence.
No matter when you hide, we shall find you,
the people of this world.
Dwell in shadows, or dwell in light,
You are born to silent destiny.
A curious strength, a muted virtuoso
that I somehow cleanly hear,
Your mind and your heart sing of
a twinned love for life.
Love from above, sharing this life
with the heights of the heavens themselves:
Love from below, for all those whom
are forgotten in this oft shadowed world
You walk the road less traveled, and
You walk in grace and beauty.
May it always be so,
World without end.
I hope that for Time we shall be friends.
Shadows
of Past and Present
I never expected to care again.
I never expected to see
another hand reaching out that found its way to me.
I walked the halls yesterday,
the mists of memory.
I remembered those that came before
and found the pain they gave to me.
Hurt for hurt, wound for wound:
I traded blow for blow.
Until one day when I found
only injured innocents on the ground.
I know then I needed help,
as I became that which I hate.
I sought in darkness my own hope,
and I found it in your eyes.
So now I dwell in my own Self,
a wiser soul am I.
I remember my errors past
And now I seek the light.
But, know my journey ends not here,
for no one's ever done:
I walk the path of my perdition,
But I'll never walk alone.
A
Tarnished Shine
'Tis a special bond that you possess
that your hand and heart are one.
Although you may never see
evidence of your own divinity
I can see, I can tell
the thousand wierdling touches
that mark you as a chosen one.
It's strange to see the many contradictions
that can live in an unquiet mind.
In you, or is it me,
I have a vision of another world
wherein the journey of a galaxy
holds no difference to
the dreams of a wayward fantasy.
That bright and holy spark within
gives rise to the one you are today.
Tomorrow, it could all change,
transform, and today could be
but a single dream in the multitude.
I do not believe that you would care.
Not you, the true survivor.
Not you, who stands alone.
Well, for you, and only you, know this.
I would still care.
Give
Me the Answer to the Discordant Question
Where am I?
That is the question you ask of me.
Who am I?
That query is what you give to me.
Yes...I know the fear that binds your mind.
You want your answer, your miracle,
the understanding of your purpose.
It's too bad, it's just so sad,
that you see the question
and don't even notice the answer
plastered on your soul.
I've watched you in your monuments;
I've stalked you in your dreams.
I've told you at countless times
and it just slips on through the seams.
You've grown up, my little friend,
but have you grown enough.
I think I know the answer,
but I know you'll prove me wrong:
it's your nature and your destiny.
Nothing is ever simple where you're concerned,
but nothing's ever free.
In your hand are dreams and nightmares born.
Which are you?
I know, but I won't break the wager.