Mirror Tears

When did I first realize
The smoke I call dreams
Could choke those I love

You see, time alone doesn’t teach
And a text ago, it doesn’t preach
Live by lakes, live by rules
Live by rich, live by signs
But live by God, today –

Then it’s like others are in the way
They aren’t but then suddenly they are
Somewhere back on the shelf
Crying mirror tears that cling
And crystallize in your thoughts,

How did they get there
How the hell did they manage
How long have they been there
Longer than you like to remember
What’s that Golden text….quote it
Quote it a thousand times and then
A thousand times it will come up
The question reared in a second
are symbolic selves tenable?

Sometimes two real selves meet
And find more the second time