If a Mirror 3

If a Mirror, Three

If I but believed
that you cherished me
and cleaved for eternity –
instead of knowing
as I do and am;

then I might seek a wall hung glass
not too cracked or smudged;
with missing gilt and filigree,
to find a reflection of love
in distorted hope and need;

but instead I see the dimpled glow
birthed by clouded eyes
that see spirit in everything,
and blindly accept song and calling,
and I need not reflect
but humbly share
always
misting
tears.