Life feels sometimes like a mirror Cold hard and empty of the image it reflects Touch me, let me touch you I am lost in my reflections like my mirror turned cold and hard but I am not empty Touch me, let me touch you You’ve formed yourself whole in my heart break it with your songs with your dancing Touch me, let me touch you I will not cut you with my mirror’s sharp edge cold and hard sometimes but I am never empty You touch me, let me touch you
Monday, February 20, 2012
Touch the Looking Glass
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Amazing. My interpretation Professor: We tend toward selfishness and isolation in life (often without even realizing it), until someone breaks away from their own self-centeredness and shares the grace of their touch -- their gifts. It's this that we've been searching for in the wilderness. Now it's our turn to break away and allow the other to look into our mirror to see how beautiful they are -- by touching them.
ReplyDeleteFull marks, Ms. Gluck! You may be seated. Class, anything to add? ;)
DeleteThe thing I love about comments is the additive insight others can bring to a reading.