The Mirror

 I stare at you my mirror

The reflection of my own failures

A strange whom I barely know

And yet I love with all my might

Sweet angel harsh demon

Who comes and goes like the storm

In a dark night....

I stare at your eyes

Cold as the ice

And I see my own

Windows made of black

Coal....

They say those are 

the windows to our soul

I wonder: are our souls

That dark? That cold?

Perhaps, that sore?

I look at the mirror

And there you are

And there I am....

makes me wonder

Who is the real ?

Who is the reflection ?

©Gloria

The Walls

 That hold you down

Cannot dim the sunshine

Of your soul

Break free my friend

Not from those walls

But from the jail

Of your own mind

There is the real chain

That keeps you from braking

Free from hell...

Look at the sky

And test your wings...

©Gloria

A phantom Poem

 Boo!

Your Whispers on my Ear

 I hear a tiny voice

That comes and go

With the wind

And I realize that is your soul

Whispering feelings

On my ear...

Come...hold my hand

And close your eyes

Stop whispering

And lets walk...

Daydreaming

 With a nice walk

Holding hands

Under the rain

Listening to the sounds

Of the silence

Sharing the space

Of a second

Trapped together

In the letany 

Of a sunset...

Just daydreaming

©Gloria