The Pebble and The Mirror

You know, if I spin from here I can see the mirror all around, like a ball encompassing me. Certainly separated by so many spaces in between, from this position there are no reflected reflections to obscure light's path, and so the vision of it is naked to my eyes.

I imagine that if you spin from there you would see this stone everywhere you look. Perhaps it would appear like a dark cave all around once your sight had adjusted. The cave is filled with color though, let me show you; the paths of my subtle shifts are all on display, from where you are.

I feel like this thing that has been something like a dream has grown quite complex now. While it has felt overwhelming at times, I do believe that has been a matter of perspective in these echoing halls now aligned. With you in your corner and me in mine, the paths once so simple feel that way again. Do you feel it as well? Do you feel the same urge to cast away the clarity of these positions to rush for a realm where touch would once again surface and surely dominate our days henceforth? I know I feel so inclined, but I ask that we take a breath and sleep on it. For what can be learned from these corners, that cannot be discovered elsewhere, and what insights might we carry with us?

What is a day, what is even a thousand birthdays, in the scope of forever? I might feel differently should our roles be reversed here, and so I fully understand if this night brings a thief demanding booty unsecured. Would I hold it against you? Well, that is a matter of perspective. What I can say is that anytime and anywhere I see your face, I will let you in and never want you to leave. So prepare as you must, and I will do my best to do the same. Thank you for your words of reassurance, spoken in solitude, as I have certainly felt the turbulence and pressure as of late. 

For now sing your song, drink your wine, and carry the tune. I shall whistle along, throw my pebbles, and shout from this roof. Has a pebble so perfect ever been thrown as that of the cornerstone? Oh, and I will dream of you. Has a path through the gate ever been so clear, as the one of two hearts spinning aligned on the edges of what's been measured here? I imagine the night will answer these questions, but for now I daydream of a swift reply.