Soul

Into the mirror hinged in gold
I saw the pieces of my shattered soul;
Its deploring gaze bore into me
Wanting to soar, wild and free.

And I looked closer into its eyes,
Scarlet; brimming with dew of the night.
It walked the thorns of time,
Ploughing through, keeping faith,
Trying to be fine.

It hunged its head, and strangely, though
I echoed the same; Sad and slow
the flow follows the old blocked road.

A sad little smile lit its face
And melancholy soon gave chase.
Bother me with that half-stealed glance
Lash out with exploding cry.

Later, I grew much too afraid,
To confront this living non-existence.
I startled and choked; I made no sound
I lived and I was dead.

Unhooked the mirror, and took it by its hinge of gold-
I lost my hold.

The thousand thousand pieces of me, twinkling in the starlight.