Tuesday, June 12, 2007

A Moment Passes By

You bring me solace,
In all this ugliness.
With the mirror in front of me,
I look you straight in the eye.

I see you, look right back at me,
The gaze still holds, the sparkle’s gone.
Tell me truly – what, oh what
Will bring that sparkle back?

The path you’re crossing,
Surely is treacherous;
I know the soles of your feet hurt,
The calves of your legs ache.

I can see the spirit,
Oh, your spirit’s unwavering!
You still look me in the eye;
Right now, I ask for nothing more.

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  1. We do not see things as they are, we see things as we are. - Anais Nin

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