The Name of My Sorrow

She, in all of her redundant glory graciously allows me
my sorrow
Unnamed hurts hurdling the barriers
To crash against my senses
Senselessly hurtling through the ether
Alighting as a mote upon my soul.

I dwell not upon ideas long lost
Nor dreams denied the light
Nuances of neon tinged thoughts
Play amongst the timbre of other-worldly echoes
shrouding my subjectivity
in a beclouded cloak of desire.

She remains a barbican of spontaneity
Within the purloined musings of my motivation
Fleetingly flaunting her exhibition
As befits her stature
Time's tuneless tirade continues unwinding
Yielding not a care for banality
In its forward march

With every naive plunge into the urn of my existence
The name of my sorrow is hammered deep into my senses
Unconsciously tattooing her rhythm into my synchronicity
For the name of my sorrow
Is love.

The Girl in the Mirror

She stands before the silvered glass
Gazing upon her countenance
The beauty that she sees belies her beliefs
A whisper of softness touches her lips
A slight smile conspiring with brown-eyed mischief
Inspires her imagination

Her image, shimmering in the reflective light of her
soul,
and with a shrug, a child is born anew.
She waits, watching the spirits of youth play in the
sunlit highlights of her hair
The velvet ribbon
of life entwined
between her long
fingers
Plays out its
predestined dance
of life.
Her wounded
essence, replaying
ancient injuries,
cries out for
healing.
Her heart, once
closed, yearns to
open
To be born anew
She is the Goddess
ecstasy
Her soul dances freely in the ether
As she encounters those similar to herself
She whirls within the vortex of the healing light
Her aura inspiring awe in those that she touches
Vermilion raiment swirling round
As her dance continues.
And yet she stands before her reflection
Seeing not her light
Feeling more her misgivings
Her beauty is worn openly for the universe
Yet remains cloistered in the safety of her cloaked
consciousness
Awaiting the supple spirit of release.
Where once she walked with quiet caution
She treads now with no trepidation
Conquering conscious contradictions
A renaissance of eternal yearnings emerges
Longings needing to be free
To soar on the soft wings of otherworldly life
To grow from infancy
To reach heavenward as she strives to be
See her spirit there, ashimmer
Yes, see her as she is
As she was and always will be
Know the Goddess, for she is you
And her beauty was always
And always will be.
The woman stands before the mirror
Seeing herself as never before
Iridescent bolts of her Goddesshood
Aflame in the ether
She sees her passion and recognizes her challenge
Reflected in her brown-eyed melange of melodic
spirituality
She nods to herself, knowingly
As her now wise smile crosses her countenance
Her beauty, self-evident in every reflected point of
light.
She pirouettes before the mirror with joyous
abandon
Certain of the knowledge of her wonder
Confident in the power of her spirit
Absolute in the Goddess beauty that she sees before
her.
She whispers her words of love as a paean to life
itself
Assured by the strength of her lissome entwining of
spirit and soul
She affirms her life's work her heart's work her
creativity
Even as she yearns for more.
Her spirit, ever unsatiated in its need for
exploration
For discovery of fulfillment yet hidden
Uncovers her truth
Yet she remains unseeing
Her magic being straining to be recognized
as more than a reflection.
Her spirit plays the strings of my soul
Her melody echoing in my being
Her essence not merely a reflection
For she is
The woman in my mirror.

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