Ode to Love

Cross pollination  Returning with a blood stain Along our laid lines These chemical scents Wishwork out like fireflies A new reaction God is our beacon Slipstream Bereaheet Bara It's all confusing Coming together When maturity is reached A final harvest Reaping what you sow Painting with a pen deepened  By the cracking glass  In our pain we've seen Throughout time we have become Fields of healed with scars If we continue Perhaps there will be a prize Night followed by Dawn Moment by moment Drawn into eternity On wish and prayer

The last color fades Generously returning To behind mind's eye  What is there to do Except have blackness return To its origin?  The silver still screams Do not think you'll get past it Until I'm through it Do not trust one word Saying it is over now/yet For I am still here My life is like this Screaming silver, blackest black Nothing in between Look in the mirror Wonder how your secrets hold  Other surrounds you When will the dam break?  When might Brown Rider return? How can you repent?  I have made it here Forged and reforged in fire  Can you say the same? 1 Corinthians 13:12 For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

The reflection of beauty interacts at the mirror with the suggestion of unseen beauty within. "What goes through your mind, untethered reflection? When we part ways here, where do you go?" "I am in the recesses of your mind, the light and image being a product of our perception. Before the mirror I was still here, and you still thought of me from time to time, in the reflection of another's eye. I know my home and the pathway back, though it is nice to see you, when our paths do cross." With that the pair ostensibly parted ways, though strode same same all day.

What of the inverse? Could it be called easier To reflect to flesh?  In the shattering Automatic arrangement  Must have been preplanned  In the beginning A moment overwhelming -ly expansive blooms So planned at the end Without witness or reward Flawless shattering  I gather pieces Not knowing why as of yet  Only in my mind But signal rebounds Input, output, inverting Once, twice, and again  There comes a juncture Where impossible delay Shines straight past right now  In these moments found  Dissimilarly we dance (Till) Eyes lock, steps stride (sure)

A reflection seen  In how many dimensions?  A spark lights the dark Is 9 sufficient To reflect once, twice, again Then never the same?  For echoes of light Amplify each passing day Darkness no better A man truly pinned  Pinpointed in the maelstrom  And witnessed firsthand Moment the soul's glimpsed Like near fractal pattern found  By turning clockwork Where will we call home?  Who could be called our friend now? When will we begin?  These questions must wait  For in this moment mirror Must be like mold crushed Shared origin seen Awakening and grouping Are automatic

Reflect reflection Judge not or you will be judged Observe observer  A narrative soothes What of when there is no tale? Not over, just none.  When the walls crumble Story revealed as a lie  Repeating pointless Soup of existence Soup both seasoned and consumed From same perspective Could meaning be found?  Hypothetically crucial For "real" changes steps  Steps both to and from A locking mechanism  To (the) cage of (the) self  Waste not your eyes here Don't give me a second thought I'm not your prison/jailer  Observe observer Judge not or you will be judged Reflect reflection

At the tail a deep yellow like the hint of daylight in the night The first and last seen, how I see her Then the faintest glimpse of orange The echo of the last goodbye And rushing back with a change of mind Next a deep burn of red Barely visible but echoing still in my mind Flashing back and forth since I left Followed by the hint of blue Oh its sight reminds me of you It takes everything not to rush home Advancing to shimmering purple You have never been invisible to me I felt you long before my eyes took to the skies Oh the remnant of green From the ground these Christmas trees Just waiting for the light to go on A white band for the center Like a blank space or page yet unwritten Where I hope you will call home The rainbow shines in the sky Still a promise for all mankind That this storm will break into beautiful things Then the surface glistens As if oil now reflects the light Reminding me once there are colors in night Next up the tiger stripes Imperfectly described in this way B...

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...