the mirror

the shifting darkness outside turns the window into a mirror that only my eyes can see. a mirror that does not show what is, nor what will be, but what once was. and in its cold surface i can see a blue summer sky with white clouds drifting far above; a green forest, the wind scattering the sweet scent of pine-trees. and the deep blue waters of the star-shaped water. i remember being there once, almost a lifetime ago. i remember you there with me, the fire burning within us. back then there was no place for doubts, for fears - only for love. but, alas, all that has faded away, just like the darkness outside the mirror. and the mirror shifts again, to display a bright night sky, the stars fiercely shining on the slate-black skies. can you remember the full moon, and the shooting star that burst like a sun for a moment? can you remember the sound of crashing waves? and the wind, trying in vain to chill us down? in vain... for we owned that night, and above that cliff, we were part of the earth and the sea and sky. and now we are part of nothing, i am part of nothing, and i don't even try to belong somewhere. i look at this mirror and i feel like entering into the room of hidden things: a wide area covered with objects, with mementos of ages past left forgotten by their owners. only, in this case i'm the owner of every single item locked within the room, for each one of them is a memory, a piece of what once was that was broken and left to oblivion. also in vain.