Mirrors

Reflections shine from every stare
they cast the aged, withered and weary dreams
of horizons spent and already lived
from eyes who speak softly
like that adds wisdom to mistakes.

Love is the vibration that quivers
its magnetism between the two lives,
while youth wonders if that face
with all its lines and furrows in fret
will somehow be the future.

Silence carries such an unspoken bond,
the union of two lives
who share the vase of spring flowers
where virginity once bloomed
and sit together to face the morning,
hold back the screams
smile during the yawns,
then whisper secrets
in the moments of nakedness,
call it life
though it feels like insanity
mixed with murky impressions
that can’t be defined
just experienced in their mystery
ever waiting for princes.