Reflections

 Could this path

O, winding it may be,

Lead it's curves

Down to thee?

Heaven Down Low

Hark!

Watching those tapes,

Left in the recorder.

Do you shudder?

With each cold gaze

we seem to share

In every such mirror?

So would that make us Reflections?

Surely, for these are no mere

Projections.

Did they hurt you so?

Did they leave your chest raw?

Even with all

Protections?

How long

My Love

Is too long to wait?

Waiting is all We seem to do.

But I am here

And just barely a breath I've taken

Before you waved towards me

So Reflections we be