by Richard Vince
I see you reflected in the window,
But only against a dark background.
The light from the clouds contrasts
Insufficiently, and hides you.
I cannot see your eyes, though.
They hide in the blurring of
Twin panes of glass, so I know not
Whether I have been seen.
I could turn and see you directly,
But for some reason I prefer
The pale, blurred image of you.
Perhaps you would be too real
If seen as you are.
With all its complications, the waters
Of reality are muddy. Fantasy has
A clarity that reality will never
Be able to achieve; reality made clear
Is merely fantasy.
When you walked away, I awoke
From a dream of hazy clarity
And regained the sharp, soft focus
Posted on 10/08/2007
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Anita Mac on 10/09/07 at 10:22 PM|
From the poems of the past few weeks, I feel like you've hit on a new phase in your writing. It's very nice, and still distinctly you, but there's something just a bit different. I dig it. ;o)
|Posted by Erin Jones on 12/09/07 at 06:11 AM|
This is a beautiful representation of something I know very well. I love it. Especially the third stanza, it is just amazing.