A Mirrored Thought
Staring past my forlorn image
I fell into my tear filled eyes,
Into pools of mysticism,
pools that hold and hypnotise.
Hypnotic scenes confuse my mind,
reflective thought then angers me,
Heavenly eyes are burning brightly,
yet being so blind I cannot see.
Then dark brown eyes encompass me
and warm me in a loving way
Those soft pools of life's reflection,
watching all I do and say.
Those mirrors of remembrance
those orbs of sheer delight
That gaze with love upon me
and watch over me at night.
At times they are full of sorrow,
expressing deep and lasting pain.
Then in a trice they're twinkling,
they are soft and brown again.
I reach out into that mirrored thought
for one more sweet caress
Causing ripples in my reflections,
loose the image, and find distress.
Even now my eyes are brimming
with tears that are tinged with salt
Windmill thoughts run through my mind,
at who's door lies the fault?
I've traced our life together
from the first day that we met
I've relived each loving moment
and yet and yet and yet,
I cannot find a reason
in any single day
Why God in His infinite mercy
Took my darling wife away.
A sweatheart and a mother
with a soul as pure as snow
Was tortured and disfigured,
it's the "WHY" I want to know.
She was the reason for my being,
the beacon of my day,
Without her I am flotsam,
with a lonely role to play.
Returning to the mirror
and the haggard image there
I note how deep the lines are etched,
the fast receding hair,
The puffiness neath dark rimmed eyes,
the pallor of the skin,
Scars of battles fought and lost,
a fight I could not win.
Exhausted and despondent
my body cries for sleep,
I try and rest my tired frame,
but can only lie and weep.
For lonely is this empty house,
and lonelier still my bed,
Even though I lie wherein
once lay my darling's head.
Even now my eyes are brimming
with tear that are tinged with salt
Windmill thoughts run through my mind,
at who's door lies the fault.