Looking Glass

Looking Glass 

I ask no questions of you 

yet you speak-in silvered

tongues wavery watery 

versions fall - one atop

the other – no truest –

chubby cheeks give way

to koal-lined glimmer –

Ebon - sun shot hair then

now platinum stranded –

there an infant blinks
held to see his first look – 
I ask no questions - yet you

speak – incessant murmur

watery, wavery, forever

flickers – there in just

the right light – with a

soft self-kind smile – 

all reflected back and

forward to 

peering me..

all except 

what lies 

beyond…

(photo by Piotr Siedlecki / www)