i am she

i can see her face

glimpses

burned upon the panes

the clear seperation

Is it she.....who is looking....or me.....who sees?

inside or out

our eyes hold the vision of this shimmery world

of light, of color

i cannot grasp the totality of her image

i cannot fathom my own face

this gros bonage

this walking beauty

whose feet dare not touch the Earth

she dreams where my day begins

its the dual touch that the lover receives

its the twinned voice that speaks you

shhhh...... mark your pages

where the words escape you

where the story fails to entice

its the little word....the gray

that holds her secret, that holds you

spellbound and limp upon the door

upon the mirror drooling

its the other side that shows your heart

your desire brings motion

shifting forms holding your eyes

this is her gift..... her fate.....

to cause you to believe the dream....