Mirrored reflections are often contain subtle deceptions when we only see the outside image.

I stand poised within the surreal world of her glass shell as I gaze outward to see her reflection of self looking inward toward me.

She poses dignified with grace as she stares at me, yet she is blind.

I often wonder what she sees when she looks in the glass.

I want to know her thoughts, her loves, her pains.

I yearn for her to see her beauty for what it is, not what she wants it to be.

Look deep within your own spirit and find love at its most intimate conception is what I want to tell her, but she doesn’t see.

She only sees the outside of the glass, not the fissures that are casting tangled webs within her mind.

As each fissure grows and connects one to the other, her glass will shatter.

I want to bare myself and help her see, but her reality is not mine.

Cast within the same mirrored reflections in life, yet on divergent courses the complexities of the mirror are misplaced and mis-read.

I am on the inside and she looks not into herself, but Destiny awaits golden blonde on the satin sheen of the sea reflecting images of myself in the still waters.

The shared images of glass and the mill pond glaze of the sea offer unique vestiges of who she is, yet only in her natural realm will she ever know the truth.

For the image in the glass will grow old in her eyes, yet the one in the sea will forever be young for she looks inside the waves of life to find her way.

I am contained within the glass looking into her void awaiting to find my way inside her mirror of the sea.

For I know Destiny awaits her own reflection in the mirror of my life.

So when we both finally look at each other either in glass or water we see just one image.

Mirrored reflections of one hope, one love, and one destiny bound to the reflection of each other in the grand mirror of life.

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