Silvered Glass by Becky Gerrans

Silvered Glass

by Becky Gerrans

One is warm

One is cold

Both move alike

Leaning forward

searching the face

Two of the same person

Reflection of an empty soul

The windows of the soul

Are smudged and stained

Exchanging looks,

synchronized movement,

glance for glance,

Tear for tear

Although one moves only

As the other,

It mirrors perfectly

The empty wasteland

Inside the black portholes

Of the face it sees

Desolation leaps out

A spark in the wind

Fueled by the returned

Gaze of the likeness

But one turns away

And the other,

Left alone,

Empty,

Smiles

in

sudden

joy