My Eyes Your Mirror - By Reginald Lee King

I have no idea why I am. I cannot see my own face.

But I must create my own time in this existence, somewhere to call someplace.

I feel that I am not alone. A whisper reflects my tone.

A matched varied experience the same as my own.

But one difference.

Physical appearance and experience.

A bit of eternity broken off thereof.

A simple but complicated process, a hidden Mirror.

A truth in bandage since the very first thought.

A ripple in ripples of constant movement and cause.

It follows my every move except when at my command.

Is it under my control or on by its own strand.

What are these things called eyes?

What are their purpose as these questions arise.

I have seen myself. A difference in existence that has always been.

Now in this reality, I think she is now a hidden best friend.

I'll be here until the end.

And when the end begins. I'm waiting for you.

Your Own Universe. Y.O.U.

A journey from my first conscience awareness, 

A same difference in preference.

So in order for me to find you, I have to pay attention and here of.

A time and place when I

Become Your Eyes and Your Mirror.

Freestyle Verse By:

Reginald Lee King

Published By:

Eryn Dunbar