I Wonder If You Always Tell The Truth

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Reflections Of The Impossible

Ripples across the mirror; displacements
Of time render formless our human bond.
Vanishing, across the border of chaos,
All rational thoughts, like criminals, abscond.
I tried to decipher your distant gaze;
Those corridor'd eyes were no place to hide.
In the spaces where words commonly reign;
A single voice heard - the silence of pride.
Punctuated by apologies, torn
From me in fragments of incompleteness.
Lakes of lightning illuminate the night
While I, in their sights, revel in weakness.
Now I have lost my quicksilver angel;
The moment we kissed was a moment too brief.
Clinging to a tattered robe of recompense,
How could she ever know of my belief
In the impossible?