The person in the mirror is more beautiful than I
Without hesitations, missteps and scars.
With the benefit of gazing at me from the outside
I wade through the symbols of essence unseen
By light and by shadow departing a dream
All centered inside of the self shell of me.
The light pushes darkness away from my form
I’m streaming a river of feelings and naught, a river that weaves through my thought.
From color and passion my movements are wrought, seduced by their hues and besought.
On many souls’ wings I am carried along, a witness to both right and wrong.