Transitory Mirror

Transitory Mirror Dark pools look back These eyes Now slow mark their lines Crows feet emotions With sun kind smiles Older now As they stare Their sparkle sheen Hides the so many things Times have come Gone into an Iris of thought The lookouts of my soul Wonder at themselves Behind me Spent seconds of captured light Ricochet in sadness and laughter And draw their features In ideograms of tears To their corners Here where my dreams reside And where my fear can hide Gentle brown they seem now Of one time darkness confiscated And madness rims In their violence no longer becomes The person beneath them But echoes still All the footprints of life Stranger they are to the knowing Recognition reflecting The thronging colours reassemble And presume to know me The lover me The hidden me dips the razor in cold clear water And carries on shaving