The Mirror of Andromeda & I

For the longest time

I stood amidst a mirror; fogged and old.

A layer of mist had overcome it's surface

and I could not see inside it-

I could not look upon it.

So for a light-year I waited;

till the very stone beneath me

turned to moon dust.

The air within me vanished

and became a cosmic torrent.

Budding flowers in the yellow wood

fell their petals to a weightless black.

So there I laid down

engulfed in the gloom of no one.

Where I felt what it means

to disappear.

Too long I waited;

standing, hoping the fog would lift.

Yet as evening set it's touch upon me

I saw the galaxies pull back into themselves

cloaking the mirror in a shadow.

And it would be light-years from that moment

that I would find my reflection

had drifted away.

Author's Note

(L. Sky.)

Reviews

[Brett Hernan]

It's impossible to describe this poem as anything other than completely magnificent.

[Rich]

Hey Anna :)

this was really great

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the thoughts and the honest tone in the words. Our true reflection. Good place to see or bad? Thank you Anna for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[LapseOfMind]

All I can say is beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. You are a wonder with words. Thank you for sharing this with me