Mirror Image

I’ve watched that face in the mirror
a million times before,
day after day, 
year after year
as youth gives way to age
and beauty changes,
sometimes going unnoticed
but never fading completely.

Every day I see the same eyes
though not always the same light.
  
Some days the weariness 
dulls the patina;
a flicker barely manages 
to penetrate from the depths
like the glow on the end of the wick
of a candle blown out,
others, the shine nearly lights up
the room
and the smile that goes with it
is enough to make a breath
catch. 

Every day I see those same lips
though not always the same colours.

Some days the weight of the world
hangs heavy from the corners,
other days hope
and dreams 
are painted in the softest hues
with a gentle curve
of the softest pink
and then there are those days
when Love lingers 
with the blush of a kiss
the hush of desire
and a glow
of unimaginable joy
that shall never be
forgotten.

But every day
though the canvass may have changed
and life may have painted
in a different colour of the day,
I see the same soul. 


february 2007
Janet Reid




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