Sunday, September 7, 2014

A Letter to Metro

A Letter to Metro

By: M. MacMinn

The light falls from the roof,
glistens on the brick
and glows on the wood

It works like magic
attracting the soul
It is the earth
it is whole

Touching the part that begins
confusing the part that holds
clinging to the picture

Who is this to me,
and who am I to you?

A stranger, that appears and reappears
attraction that vanishes
in given days

Falling into place
lights to brick to wood

Just a reflection in the window

You are the other side of the mirror
the part you see and know, unable to touch

Lost to me
I am lost to you

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