Mirror

[Mardrax]

A train of my thoughts, put to occasional rhyme, or lack thereof, rythm, or lack thereof, even meter, if you so choose to read

The last two stanzas on the end of what, in my mind, I've called the first chapter before, I have to credit mister Daniel Gildenlöw for... as we both have tried to put different words to it as an explanation to ourselves, this was our Ending Theme, we eachother's Hungarian prince(ss), our Sziget Fest recreated in small in front of four chelloists and a drummer. Would that I could voice it better with my own words. Anyways, here goes... enjoy... or don't and as always, comments are welcome

 

The me you've recovered,

that fateful eve in november,

surfacing later,

a rainy eve,

a confused day,

right in the middle

of beloved december.

 

The end of the old,

the start of the new.

I met myself then.

Wondered how much I knew.

And you?

 

Two mirrored souls we seemed,

though that first night,

much did not shine trough.

-Over the sound of that quartet.

Quintet, trio? About as close I can get.-

But maybe a smile, or two.

 

How different weeks later,

when hand in hand we walked.

Of the girl who did us cater,

but to our past turned the talk.

 

The connection then clear,

I now state in a sneer,

from my not quite omniscience,

as I sit writing here.

 

You woke that me up then,

calming the me I'd grown into down.

Then, I was happy, and I guess I am now.

 

We lived trough the lyrics,

our Ending Theme,

fanning the flames

under my dreams of belonging.

 

But still my dear, to be honest,

I feel, I just don't know.

 

 

I have been growing,

surpassing myself at times.

Me growing stronger,

while I fell behind.

Is this all worth it?

The dreams and the feelings?

Unasked for empathy?

 

You should know.

You would no doubt answer "Yes".

Though, we are at most mirrored,

not equal by far, quite the opposites.

Still we were attracted,

quite true to the laws

of physics you so vehemently hate.

 

Now, I don't know where we are,

don't know where I am,

and don't know where I am.

 

Will those childhood memories ever return?

If so, you will have been the kindling,

with your distance so stern.

 

Around myself, I probably always will turn.

Though the boundary between me seems dwindling,

the conflicts cause boundless concern.

 

Coming to terms with our past can be so unrelenting.

 

EDIT: typos galore

Edited September 1, 2006 by Mardrax