Through the Looking Glass

I look in the mirror, and who do I see?
It seems I should know the girl staring at me.

Some days she smiles, some she seems sad.
Sometimes I wonder what kind of day she has had.

At a glance, she's a woman. On a whim, she's a girl.
Some days her age just seems a great whirl.

Her eyes can be haunting, dark green or bright clear.
I cannot recall the last they allowed tears.

Sometimes her cheeks blush, but often they're pale.
I've seen her put blush on, most time to no avail.

Her lips become full as she applies her sweet balm,
They deepen in color and smile real calm.

Some days it takes much to lighten that face.
I just want to reach out and those sad lines erase.

But before I can get much too close to reach her,
She turns quickly away, leaving sight in a blur.

Some days she's a beauty, and I just stop and stare,
And admire her eyes, and her smile, and her hair.

I don't think she minds, this enrapture from me.
It's amazing for me to be near one as she.

Sometimes she'll come home, and with a look through the glass
I know it's been hard keeping up in her class.

Some days her clothes fit her, and she curtsies at me.
Often they hang loose, with dismay I can see.

She'll leave early morning, late at night she'll come in.
Sometimes I wonder if she's eaten anything.

Sometimes she'll avert her eyes from your stare,
I wonder what secrets she hides under there.

She never will tell, just smiles with a nod.
I wonder how long she can keep this facade.

I wonder what kind of a world she lives in.
Is the food really good? Do her shoes ever wear thin?

I wonder what placees she visits and sees.
Building real high? Forests and trees?

Perhaps she's a hero, and saves lives at night.
Maybe she sometimes prefers to have light.

Does she like movies with tales of lore,
Of maids in long dresses, and men off to war?

Does she sit in the sunlight and read a good book?
Does she dance in the moonlight in her own little nook?

Two worlds joined by glass, a portal of sorts.
So much to be said, much more is left short.

Oh, the things I could know of the one that I see.
The thing that's queer most- is that woman there is me.

Ps. I survived

Seven classes...check.
Sixteen credits...check.
Didn't fall asleep in class...check.
Didn't get engaged, married, or the like...check.
Did all my homework...raincheck!
Passed seven finals...check. I hope.
Went to bed early...check.
Went to bed in the early hours...check.
Learned stuff...check.
Achieved things...check.
Blogged....~squiggle~
Lost camera, earbuds and pencils...check. :-/
Saw people grow....Check.
Ready for break...Check.
Ready for bed...Check.

Goodnight. :)

Love, Me.

I want to Fly.....

I want to Fly.... but first, I must See....
Fly, to the sky!
See, to be free!!
Ah, what glorious feeling that would be....

Anyone care to join? There's plenty of room, and space to grow.
Plenty to share and feel with me,
For the Wind takes up as much room as the Sea,
And though covers the land, is quiet as can be,
And softly, can comfort what eyes cannot see.
A blanket for hearts, and the land, and the sea...

I want to Live, but first, I must Know;
What I'm striving to, what I'm yearning for.
For time will move forward with or without me,
And stop when I've found what will set myself free.
 
There comes a time when Time itself ends.
The days become weeks, the names are just penned.
When you forget who you are, and why you were there,
Just living the moment, letting down your hair,
Regarding no age, no time nor no past,
Just letting life go- is when Life seems to last. :)
 
I want to Rest, but first, I must Work.
Rest, to know peace,
Work, to find rest...
Ambiguous. One cannot be without the other.
Where is my balance?
What truly are my desires?
 
I just want to Fly.
I only wish Love.
I yearn for Peace.
I desire Care.
 
Do I wait? Do I go? Do I try? Will I know?
 
Ahh, but I just want to fly.... :)
 
Love, Me.