Lost in the mirror of Love

Lost in the mirror of Love

A Poem by C.R. Moore "Lasla"

Alone in nights deepest hues of blue

My restless mind is slumbering soundly

Only night’s softly silent sultry voice echoes in my ear from a distance far and near

 

My sanity’s end is for certainly near

Running amuck in a confused dream

I have of you

 Do you dream of me in your    deepest sanity?

 

 

Am I alone in these dreams?

Lost in a world of love

without me beside you?

 

Holding my breath deeply

I dive deep into my emotional chamber

I can barely see your smile

Through cold gray watery eyes

In the mirror 

 

In my muted ears

I can hear

 A weary voice calling me to you

So loud the sound reverberates

 Throughout my glass soul

Bouncing back and forth

I trace your face with

A long shaky finger trying to trace your lips

Why can't I touch you?

Why can't I hear you?

 Only echoes breathe life in

The frozen vaults of life’s chaos deep inside my soul

 

Why can't I feel your touch? 

Inside my withered lonely soul

It is as hollow as death's last kiss

 

 

 

 

I realize

 I can’t touch you

Only in my dreams that are dedicated to you.

 

I touch your skin and feel your lips upon its hollowness

 These longing dreams will only fade with deaths Icy last kiss taking the last breath of my soul

From behind the cold shattered mirror

 

I dream these dreams in black and white

 Only to be with

You in the only way I can

Inside this theater of frozen pain

Surrounded by stained glass

I long to  

Be free from this agony

 

Inside the mirror

I shall reside

 To be with you in

The mirror of our soul

Long last and past it resides

Within the very depth

Of the glass that is

My inner heart's shell

 This mirror is my

 Inner soul and

You live within it

Now and forever

 To be lovers in a

Mirror world

Lost in love

Forevermore

    *Copyright 2008 Lasla Moore

 

© 2009 C.R. Moore "Lasla"


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That woman in the photo is definitely worth dreaming about . . . that goddess in black leather boots could inspire a thousand poems

Posted 12 Years Ago


Wow, this was intense and deep, but very well done! I love the ending a lot. A really intriguing piece of writing. An absorbing write!!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on February 25, 2009

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C.R. Moore "Lasla"
C.R. Moore "Lasla"

Basye, VA



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Greeting Friends, Thank you for coming by my profile! I have been writing short stories, fiction, sci-fi stories and poems since childhood. As I grew, I became interested in other forms of artisti.. more..

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