Expressions…

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

staring back.

And like some contagious disease

his dreams, failures, loves and pains

become mine.

Him… that stranger staring back.

And from atop that arboreal tower,

two eyes meet…

And in some wild rush like one on fire;

We jump

and connect.

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.

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