Through the looking glass by Nakoia (Nyx)

He was always in the looking Glass
Staring hard for clues but looking pass…that which he was meant to see.
Silently peering…studying for what made him, him.
He was always in the looking Glass
Staring hard for clues but always looking pass…that which he was meant to see.
Voices passed into echoes as he searched his reflection looking for who he was.
Who he was, is and will be remains but a mystery shrouded in endless possibilities and the hope of something…more.
How are you everything to everyone and yet no one at the same time.
Faceless and nameless, radiant yet opaque.
The image is fading but the words…come closer…come find me is clear as day.
He was always in the looking Glass
Staring hard for clues but always looking pass…that which he was meant to see.
Slowly we walked, heart beating hard, breath heavy, those eyes so intensely brown…they are staring back.
Arm reaching …fingers out…palm to Palm the cold glass warmed under his touch.
He was always in the looking Glass
Staring hard for clues but always looking pass…that which he was meant to see.
I’m the mirror there was shifting faces, different eras, time is shifting paces.
His eyes widen his chest tightened from what his eyes began to see.
From starlight to stardust he watched dirt become crowned.
Cities and empires began to rise and
Fall…he watched in shock and awe…amazement and horror flowed through him.
Through his eyes he watched day become night…he saw wrong become right and with all of this evident darkness he saw is the distance shimmers of light.
He was always in the looking Glass
Staring hard for clues but always looking pass…that which he was meant to see.
He saw the strong become weak.
He saw the meek become men.
He saw women’s tears become oceans and the moon pull from their strength causing tides to over flow and canyons to take shape.
He steps closer wide eyed and pupils dilated he had the strength to push. Palms pushed steady with pressure…stress fractures began to sever…these cracks are breaking down the barriers this time it is time to stand tall.
You see, once upon a time he was in the looking glass, staring hard for clues but always looking pass…that which he was meant to see.
#kissthenyx

6/22/16

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