Myself and The Mirror (A Confrontation)

A confrontation:

of where i stand 
i knew not of
so i acquiesced, i turned and looked into
the very grey and rather fractured dusty full lengthed mirror
o you poor newfoundland fellow 
at thirty years
seeing the light now and getting the love 
coming back to the rose
finally facing the fear 
- (i seem to be - "thus" ... ) - 
and 
the reason for both my past night and days 
and all the wishing and struggles
became seemingly somehow sweetly clearer
o you poor newfoundland boy
yet to taste the sweet poem 
that journeys swiftly from mind to mind, heart to heart
my golden haired muse
O, of my love, i had to
spare her
and once understand what it means 
to breathe deeply alone 
under the singing moon - 
beams
and in sorrow, to God, and Christ-love surrender
or at least be guided by love
o you poor newfoundland man 

but o yes my friends i tell you now
still i did not recognize
what stared back at me through 
the oblong
mirror
i am not the popular man 
and i am not yet quite understood
and i am no visionary mystic
O you old newfoundland man 

Yesterday's tear has fallen to the soil 
the losses accepted 
the feelings ... comforted, are forgiving and stronger 
yesterday's tear has fallen
the recessed of my concscience forlorn, deep 
and i am a naked flower, shining life, after the storm
smiling grace, wise dude, monk man, free 
i am courageous strong and i am wild and free 
though i am blue like all the blue in the ocean 
O, you new found soul 
the past no longer need play in mind so
as the suffering needn't be prolongued
though mortals walk in seeming circles in chains 
while i am a fish on the beach alas 
taken back to the ocean 
reprieved from my hates and follys of vice 
brought back to some kind of faith and loving trust 
as my generation's touch disappeared there
on the cusp of such very new revelations

it's been a while i fret and i smile
but i have a story 
of God's power and might to tell 
of the colors and vibrancy 
of early life 
never sqaundered
may nature pout or may it cry and may it yell 

and the mirror spake 
back to me
bring back the gentleman
bring back the gentleman 
oh the mirror waits for your beauty too
keep your eyes on the stars, son 
keep your eyes on the stars
and the flower
you are only one 
O, you belong in your song there!
and i play
o, newfound man 
i recognized the darkness at my heart and i fell 
in such stubbern isolation 
so long 
a fool not the hero 
but saved in belief and trust 
of a greater power's fate 
appearing foreign
yet true 
because the storyteller cannot fear
the beginning or the end
and i am just a listener too 

happy healthy belly warm 

and with what the lonely mirror taught me:
i see myself in you
and trying to see the divine hidden in everyone
dreaming to forgive all past pains and grieviencies 

i stand now as a man 
looking for God's imprint and reason 

afterall 


life's puzzles are so clever

this world needs love 

and i forget about the mirror
and i walk away 
and 

i pray with eyes closed 

and on, to love:
my heart's match blinded me 
i laugh 

my role is understood
may faith in sacred wishful dreams and love be delivered 

and i walk out smiling into this cold season