Wings of Poesy

I see a shadow on the other side of the mirror.
I see in it the beatific innocence.
I see in it a paragon of virtue.
I see in it a curve of peace.
I see in it a radiant beauty.
I see in it a vanquisher of the dark.
I see in it a love so alluring.
I see in it an unraveling mystery.
I see in it a quizzical expression.
I see in it a savor of the fresh.
I see in it an untold tale.
I see in it a desire of life.
Yet,
I see in it a fear of death.

I see in it a world far, far more beautiful.
I see in it a heaven far, far more fascinating.

I see a shadow on the other side of the mirror.
Unknown of its appearance.
Unaware of its outset.
Its not my shadow self.
Not of any other individual.
But a mystique silhouette
a fictitious image,
for I see it on the other side of the mirror.
for it will always be on the other side of the mirror.