Mirror of My Soul

I linger here in this glassy space
until he comes and wakes me before his eyes.
Gaze upon gaze we look into each other–
his shadow for my shadow, and my light
for his light. He reaches for me and touches
the glass surface; I raise my hand
and touch Love. I see him with my eyes.
Our fingers meet, soul for soul,
yet we seem separate, he and I.
And when we come here in this space,
know that there is no division. This glass
is an illusion, dear mirror of my soul.
He will always find me wakened here,
where the flame slowly burns in our hearts,
where I am always in sweet surrender.

// 18 Aug 2020