And So We've Come To This

More and more these days,

I see your face staring out at me

From the shadowed darkness of the looking glass.

It’s me, not you,

Or you and not me.

It is, in truth, both of us together and apart, as we were in life.

Always, always the paradox:

So many things to tell you

But you did not understand them

During the Great War of Years;

How will you understand them now?

They are just echoes out there

In the black hole of space.

So now that all the talking is done,

And we have exceeded the limits of heart language,

We remain alone on our separate islands.

Do we wave across the water occasionally,

Just to let each of us know the other lives on?

No, we hold up our hands, palms to sky

To shield us from the burning sun of all eternity.