Monday, 29 April 2013

An Old Poem (Shadowed Glass)

Shadowed Glass

Seeing without seeing,
Staring at the glass.
Multitudes of visions
Dancing right on past.
Seeing without seeing,
Does it have a meaning?
Sight without vision
Nothing ever lasts.
I've often wondered why
All the changes
Just are rearranging
Living till you die.
What once was
Is now past;
Seeing without seeing
Shadowed in the glass.
Silent voices
Fill the void
Reflected in my soul.
Empty mirrors
Stare right back;
Memories letting go.
Seeing without seeing
It will never end.
Seeing is 'not believing';
Lost souls never mend.
Seeing...

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