Reflections

 Reflections

This wooden table

 where is its color?

  So mysterious,

   why is it monochrome,

is my perception blind?

 surely it must be coated

  with a colorless veil

   that only I can see.

This table is wooden,

 I can tell

  because of it’s specific patterns

   jumping all across the surface.

My gaze wanders

 and I’m surrounded

  by mirrors –

reflections of myself

 Shine with color

  like a memory

My sore eyes still closed as always,

 I remember

  the joy I once had

   the friends I held close

Where are they now?

 “We’re right here”

   I think I heard something,

    but there’s nothing but this table and mirrors

I look at my reflection

 it reaches through the mirror

  handing me a photograph of a time I now remember

   I open my eyes – suddenly I see – love