In your eyes

I'm the mirror's fiend.
Why does an image sit beside me?
I'm real, but what does your mind think?

The meek bird burns, the fruit basket sings.
The rain dropped on my skin, unseen by your eyes.
Untouchable am I.
I'm just an image you've made believe.
Can you see me? I'm right in front of your eyes.
My existence is a fantasy, a remake of make-believe.
My breath doesn't seem to breathe, the Earth stain on a lens.
I'm your favorite poignant verse.
I'll rehearse my stage of perception; your near-sightedness creates a blur.
I lied to life.
can you see me
I'm in your eyes.

© starrose