Thank you, Ovid
The seer prophesied long years and ripe old age
But only if he never knew himself:
Never looked into still or stormy waters,
Never gazed on his own beauty
Or stared into his shame.
Is what you perceive only the
Shadow of reflected form:
Nothing of you is in it?
No, friends, these smiling eyes
Are not a shadow.
You are seeing Love reflected.
I sense it and
I am not deceived
By my truest image.
What I have,
I want.
Listen to Echo’s response:
What is mine
Is yours.
-- meganthemegan 2/20/2007
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