So, whispered Love,
Are you a pink flamingo?
One so proud of itself
One so in love with itself
One so full of itself
That you refuse to see me?
Why, whispered I,
How come you can see me not
How come you can see not that I am a shattered mirror
Held in place by life’s grace
That I refuse to acknowledge that I see you
I wish to have you whisper sweet nothings to me
Sweet nothings which shall glue me back in shape
Sweet nothings for which I shall give me strength
Strength which shall be imbibed of magic
Ready to have it all bestowed unto you
As you do wish it to be!
Pray, taking me to be a pompous pink flamingo
Makes you another one among the blind
Imbibed with hatred for the image that I tend to show
That of a magic glass
Sparkling at all times
Ready to give the rest of the world
Those answers which they require
To saunter across their paths
With pride and self love!
What do you expect me to do then, whispered Love
Mend me, hold my hand and wipe away my fears of the world
Kiss me, fill my garden with flowers sweet enough to attract angels
Comfort me, be the strength that I have seen in faith
Love me, yes, love me even if I am a mere shattered glass!
Come then, raged Love
Come and lose yourself in my maze,
Tonight, the moon, so huge,
Will be my meaning’s witness!