breath on a mirror

the pretty eyes

that sparkled at the moment

he caught their gaze,

-remember everything-

they hide something.

where does blue come from?

if anyone would look close enough

to see the reflections

inside,

their secret could be found,

could be seen in her eyes.

-every word,

every quote written down,

everything he said,

those words only heard before in dreams-

everything is tangled in those eyes,

wrapped around their irises;

but to let your light filter through,

and keep it inside,

untangles the tapestry

into something... nothing...

as every knot it hits

turns to a star of reflection

shot quickly across

the fresh winter sky.

October 2000