When I look in the mirror
Your face slides in view
My eyes are not mine
They're not the usual blue
They're untamed, carefree
Sowing wild oats
Traveling the world
Reining down slopes
Galloping in corridors
Different and new
Searching lost venues
Taking your cues
The terrain gets steeper
The path is unsure
Faster and deeper
A quick changing tour
Now a wild wavy river
The territory divides
A quaint pressing shower
A scar you can’t hide
Catching your gaze
Through the high mountain pass
But the mirror’s too small
Please, a bigger glass…
(c) gmcknight 1/14
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