Oh that I could see
The beauty of your soul,
Resting peacefully in silence
Beneath your surface.
But your surface is a mirror
Its reflection blinds me,
Blinds me to your truth
And your perfection.
So bright this mirror that reflects
Only what I choose to see
Dancing on the surface
Only flirting with me
Denied your truth
This mirror won’t reveal
Its shadows and fragments
And the fear it conceals
Your reflection blinds me
Reflection of what?
Why, it’s how I see you, of course!
No, not really.
It’s not you I see.
It’s me.
Reflected only fear and doubt
From every surface they appear
No, you do not blind me
I blind myself.
