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by Baine Willows Oct 12, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
I have a word upon my lips They tremble; Cannot speak Within the mirror, broken looks So beautiful to me Raising a hand to brush the glass The shards all fall away And ghost within offers a smile For me, and only me I close my eyes, she is still there The ever-present void Drawing from me all that I am Drifting into sleep A lullaby pours from her lips Always sure; They cannot quake Caressing just inside my skin A forgotten memory Kneeling to run my fingertips Just over shattered glass A crystal falls from my face Her steady gaze remains Her pale skin, it seems to glow Her sunken eyes are lovely Concern now marks her features You see, she cares for me I lose myself to crystals My breath comes as it pleases She raises a finger up To her ever-steady lips She breathes just fine Her word is mine As mine is hers I let her speak for me The apparition within the mirror That only I can see Lowering her hand She tries again Consoling silent tears Those pale lips part And I hear her speak Her voice is mine Soothing and strong As mine can never be Hush