A poem on how reflections match realities. Note the interesting tree shape of the poem if you will.
From that chestnut tree
It is so that I see from
that chestnut tree,
The dancing of light
an image so bright.
I see a reflection of
some strange character
And like some contagious disease
his dreams, failures, loves and pains
Him… that stranger staring back.
And from atop that arboreal tower,
two eyes meet…
And in some wild rush like one on fire;
Together we touch that reflective surface,
that mirror-like screen
And then my eyes open…
Gone is that strange character.
For he is now a completion of me.