The day dawns near when you come home
Come home to your dwelling place
Somewhere within me, a space so pure
A sacred space where clear waters flow gently
Calmly, eternally, washing away scars and wounds
Gathered along the voyage of life.
A voyage we undertook, each choosing our own way
Still we could see the way of the other
Through the looking glass, that thin wall of separation
Oftentimes I see and feel
What you yourself fail to realize
I perceive your heaviness, the fruits often bitter
As you sow the seeds of the same weeds
Sown by countless men chain-bound
Who struggle to bind even tighter those around.
Could you see me through the looking glass?
As I naively allowed a hundred loves
Into my altar, sacred, reserved for you
But the clear waters of the spring within
Scorched them all, reaching boiling point
On touching the tainted mockery pretending to be love.
We try not to hear the hidden plea for love
In the words we hurl at each other
We try not to see the love in our eyes
Hidden behind the veil of indifference
I desperately try to breathe in your essence
From your presence behind the looking glass
I can see the road stretching ahead of you
I see it, converging eventually with mine, to my doorstep.
Picture : Aline at the gate. Pierre Auguste Renoir paintings reproduction