Wiping The Fog Off The Mirror

[Sir Daniel]

W I P I N G
T H E
F O G
O F F
T H E
M I R R O R





No one lives forever, you see
Not him.. not her.. not you.. not me
Doesn't matter the house we live in or what we drive..

The day will come when I will cease to exist
Will I regret opportunities I missed?
Will I feel I wasted my time alive?

To find this answer, the view must be clearer
So I wipe the fog off the mirror
I see this man that I think I know

I remember him when he was a child
Imagination endless, free and wild
I follow his tracks through the snow..

He leads me to his secret room
He dresses up in a pretend costume
He wants to play but there is noone around

So he finds a paper and a pen
And writes his story again and again
He dreams up words that carry no sound..

This child of the past does not understand dying
He thinks he will live past 100 without even trying
That is the way he is, an exception to the rule

So I leave him alone and I look away
I see another image in my mirror portray
A young man, 18.. just out of school..

There is so many roads that this boy could go down
But the one he chooses leads him out of town
Country boy in the city.. Innocence gone

Here he first meets death, it takes a friend
It reminds him it will be his turn in the end
His tears fall into the light of a new days dawn..

He reflects on doctors and surgerys of years gone by
Telling him everything that is wrong, and the reasons why
He decides then and there, hospitals he would avoid..

What he says he needs, instead, is someone to love
To help create this fantasy that he has always dreamed of
Once he finds her.. then life could be enjoyed..

I feel for this man, from deep in my past
He would find that love, but it wouldn't last
She lived for a good time, that was a fact..

100 moments an hour, full speed ahead
She wanted to be immortal, he wanted to be dead
The mirror before them shattered on impact..

However the mirror was rebuilt, one piece at a time
Though many stories, poems, verses and rhymes
Along the way I found the man I am today..

One who is a day closer to death with every new sun
Yet he feels closer to life once that day has begun
One who isn't afraid to say what he needs to say..

I've found true love at last, my heart does sing
I'm no longer a puppet, I pull my own string
I'm aware of the reaper, but he is going to have to wait..

I have so much to do and so little time to do it in
But I no longer have to worry about where to begin
Whatever happens.. I've learned to accept as my fate..

As I turn out my light, there is a message for me
Written in fog in the mirror, only I can see
It says write your own story.. be honest and forgiving

That no one lives forever, yes.. it's true
Not her.. not him.. not me.. not you
But right now, look around.. we are ALL still living!!





© 2010

[Linner]

AND SO I FOLD IT CLOSED VERY GENTLY,
THIS TALE OF A MAN WHO IS SO VERY LOVED...
SO AS NOT TO WRINKLE ANY OF THE MANY TRUTHS
TOLD BY A HEART SO TRUE.

I PLACE IT ON A SHELF IN MY HEART,
ONE SAVED FOR VERY SPECIAL PIECES.
I HAVE READ AND UNDERSTOOD HIS TALE
THAT HE SHARES SO OPENLY AND TRULY.

IS THIS A MIRACLE ... THIS OPEN SOUL?
THOUGH HE SAYS HE IS JUST A MAN
WHO HAS TRAVELED MANY ROADS,
YET, NOW, FINDING LOVE AND FEELING COMPLETE.

WORRY NOT ABOUT THE TIME THAT IS LEFT.
YES, MAKE THE MOST OF IT, MY FRIEND !
NO MATTER HOW MANY SECONDS THERE ARE,
WE CAN FILL THEM AND THAT MAKES IT REAL.

SOFT TISSUE GOES AROUND THIS BLESSED TALE
OF A MAN, MY FRIEND, WHO IS HONORED AND LOVED,
TO PROTECT IT FROM DUST AND ANY RESIDUE,
FOR I WOULD READ IT AGAIN AND AGAIN.

WE ALL WIPE THE FOG OFF THE MIRROR...
IT IS HOW WE CAN SEE OUR WAY !
LIKE WINDSHIELD WIPERS IN THE RAIN,
THEY CONTINUE TO SHOW US OUR PATH AGAIN.

AND HE, AND WE, ARE BLESSED TO UNDERSTAND
THE REASON FOR THE MIST,
FINALLY, A PATH HE HAS FOUND WHICH HE KNOWS
LEADS IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION.

I GENTLY FOLD THE TALE AND PLACE IT
ON THAT SHELF IN THE PART OF MY HEART...

LOVE, LINDA

[Sir Daniel]

Thank you Linda, this is one of those poems that took some soul searching.. I wrote it to read at a discussion group but I goofed up because you only get two minutes and I made the mistake of starting off with a joke.. By the time my two minutes was up.. I still had four more stanzas to go and I never got the chance to read the ending which I believe brought this whole poem full circle.

Your write, to mine.. was beautiful. It's an honor to read it.

~ Daniel

[Marlys]

Bravo Daniel!! This is so profound!