The silver nymph attached to my mirror
examines the beautiful tapestry of her face
endlessly through time
While I
seldom ever gaze in the mirror
and love the look even seldom less.
The silver nymph
seems to be captivated into silence
mesmerized, crippled, dazzled
the gray woman still as stone, lingering
and looking, and lingering some more.
Upon herself.
She is not in love, no not she!
unlike the fair Narcissus
who stared, self-struck into the water
She stares only in hopes of looking away.
Yet so beautiful, slim and slender. Too weak.
Our Eyes, both stained with silver
have the same tinge of emptiness that yearns
for the Heart to be taken out,
ripped, if it resists,
And absolutely burned to the core if permanent.
I wonder if she knew
that burning
Silver stone girl, did you ever love?
She looks at herself long and gentle,
as though trying to remember every crease
and wrinkle in a lover's face...
What would it be like?
To stare endlessly at another, like they were your mirror
Memorizing every detail, like a maze
you could find your way through with your eyes shut.
Unblinking, unable to touch,
Not one whisper. not one kiss.
To highlight every imperfection, every flaw and praise it,
every weak chin or high cheekbone or small nose,
every ray of light through their eyes, surrounding sad pupils.
To not grow tired, to not begin to hate this face
To not let time break down the beauty as words break down souls.
To love every long draining moment you look at them
like its the last.
Like any moment they'll just fade away
but knowing they never will.
And still you gaze, forever.
That, is an example of true love. Faithful and engulfing.
To never look away.
The silver nymph will never know this feeling
Will I?
