To See You in My Mirror

I try to trick the pain with thoughts

of the locked doors

of paradise.

I'd like to see you in my mirror

for once.

I do not understand human language,

I was born to cry out for your tears.

The fantasy that remains in me

after yesterday morning

still burns in the silence of your arms.

I don't know if I have enough hope

to find you in the singing crowd.

Again, I hug my cheek against

the empty, cold pillow

that will never soak up

our mutual wishes.

I cannot die as long as I feel the warmth

of your hands caress

my senses.

Before pleading guilty, teach my dreams

to go away without complaint.

I bow the stone of my head,

hoping that you will lend me

just one sigh,

a single moment of solitude.

Teach me to dream

when everyone doubts the sky

at their feet.

Newborn time asks for

a resurrected conscience.

Reviews

[Ioana Mihai]

Nostalgic and beautiful, there’s pain in dreaming a life we would live…. but seems too far to reach out to

[Katarzyna Anna Koziorowska]

Thank you for an interesting interpretation of my poem. Have a nice day!

[Ioana Mihai]

Welcome and thank you. Wishing you a great day!

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Poet.. perhaps there are past lives that still roam the Earth and Sky… we were born to dream and go from Star to Star… where Moonbeams shine upon our Life… tenderly, Pat

[Katarzyna Anna Koziorowska]

Thank you for reading my poem and leaving me a comment. Greetings.