she sees only her reflection
in the looking glass
I am on the other side
fingers pressed
desolate in the translucent
through-world
many walk up
peer in and touch their lips
I am in a shadow just beyond sight
but I touch my lips in accord
to feel I am on the real side
I want to reach through and shake
her to waking
but to wake her is freedom
and the only sound to break the spell
