Dust and Dreams-A Journey
Smoke and Mirrors (Loss)
Smoke and Mirrors
The reflecting wall that I envisioned,
Was clouded, murky, mysterious.
The person I see staring back at me,
is merely the reflection of my soul,
the shadow of a dark, unreachable pain, so far down
into the abyss of grief, that I feel blinded.
I dreamt of a mirror so white and clear,
that could float upon its own without any wings.
And so it did, for a time, so it did.
‘Twas not the rainclouds that darkened its silken surface,
but betrayal and fragile hearts un-rescued.
The glass that was so sturdy to the naked eye,
the illusion of what it beheld to my sight,
has shattered into broken fragments, like the crushing
shattering of a crystal dream.
I can glimpse clouds of not mere gray, but black,
hovering viciously above the atmosphere.
They cannot spill their acid rain, for my eyes alone have drowned in the
death of life's promises, suffocating, beside my heart.
The breaths I take in are shaky, labored,
and the sky has turned colorless. I do not float any longer,
but hang suspended eternally, in the mocking mist of yesterday.
The mirror is filled with choking smoke, not the mere reflection of illusion.
Copyright 2002
Cristine M. DiMario
This poem was also published in Spring, 2002 at www.creativenue.com. All copyrights are retained by the author.
The reflecting wall that I envisioned,
Was clouded, murky, mysterious.
The person I see staring back at me,
is merely the reflection of my soul,
the shadow of a dark, unreachable pain, so far down
into the abyss of grief, that I feel blinded.
I dreamt of a mirror so white and clear,
that could float upon its own without any wings.
And so it did, for a time, so it did.
‘Twas not the rainclouds that darkened its silken surface,
but betrayal and fragile hearts un-rescued.
The glass that was so sturdy to the naked eye,
the illusion of what it beheld to my sight,
has shattered into broken fragments, like the crushing
shattering of a crystal dream.
I can glimpse clouds of not mere gray, but black,
hovering viciously above the atmosphere.
They cannot spill their acid rain, for my eyes alone have drowned in the
death of life's promises, suffocating, beside my heart.
The breaths I take in are shaky, labored,
and the sky has turned colorless. I do not float any longer,
but hang suspended eternally, in the mocking mist of yesterday.
The mirror is filled with choking smoke, not the mere reflection of illusion.
Copyright 2002
Cristine M. DiMario
This poem was also published in Spring, 2002 at www.creativenue.com. All copyrights are retained by the author.
