Mirror
And again with the disclaimer/author's note: This was inspired by
Joss Whedon's "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" (Angel POV),
belonging to 20th Century Fox, The WB Television Network, &
Mutant Enemy (Uhrr...Aargh...). I don't own "Buffy".
What I do own is this poem. It's (c) me, Shade, AKA Fox Lee.
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Still. So still. Such a calm surface. Such an empty depth.
They have a name for it, this frozen water, this framed eye; the
window to the soul - as if the very essence of being could be
captured and returned by a cold, flat sheet.
I wish it could capture me. I have not owned a face for so long.
These ageless eyes, so tired of life, of sifting through cold
souls like midnight rain, finally fall on my salvation. You are
my inversion - warmth to my cold, light to my darkness, life to
my death. Yet for all we are and must be, your passion is my
reflection. The only place I can truly see myself is in the
mirror of your eyes.