“The Mirror Between”
I do not know all the stars by name,
Nor how the tides remember the moon,
But something in me rises still—
A silent yearning, a subtle tune.
I ask too much, too soft, too late,
And answers often hide in mist.
The world unwinds like ancient thread,
And I—untrained—can barely twist.
They say I have a shadow self,
A mirror-me in some far light,
Who walks beside me, unseen, unfelt,
In dreams that vanish out of sight.
What does she know that I do not?
What paths has she begun to chart?
Does she speak to stars in fluent thought,
Or still fumble like I do, with heart?
I am not wise—but I am flame.
A question lights each step I take.
If truth is slow, and doubts remain,
Still I will walk—for wonder’s sake.
So here I am, with open hands,
No grand design, no perfect plan.
