How I miss the whispers we will never
speak,
Through the mirror in the world that
does not exist—
You are there, your smile lights the
path
Of a thousand wandering ships.
Serendipity follows like a lost puppy,
Biting at your heels with every step
you take.
And in that world the lonely son's
soliloquies
Do not go unheard, for you are there to
listen—
But through the mirror, to the world we
live,
My voice goes mute as if I choose not
to converse.
A thousand nights for a thousand ships,
each goes by,
As I take for granted the one character
Who smiles when our eyes meet and who
isn't
Just another placeholder I write to
take up space.
But I thought you deserve to know,
I tremble silently in the dark when
you're no longer near—
Happiness squandered just to live a
life apart,
The saddest sight I have ever
seen—through the mirror—
In Eden's footsteps, leading your fleet
of ships.
DannYetman
www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com
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