Our memories of never had
Our mystery and treasure
Each other hold we close
We've no definitive measure

My mind holds you close
On your golden mane I rest
Trace your imaginary lines
Breaching mirage's crest.

I think of you always
No other would qualify or pass
The gates to my heart
Your my girl in the looking glass.

Just lovely.

lucky girl.

Excellent write....

beautiful

Rich, this poem made me think of Lewis Carroll's sequel to Alice in Wonderland called "Through the Looking Glass"...He ended the book with this poem,

A boat, beneath a sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July --

Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear
Pleased a simple tale to hear --

Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die:
Autumn frosts have slain July.

Still she haunts me, phantomwise
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.

Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.

In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:

Ever drifting down the stream --
Lingering in the golden gleam --
Life what is it but a dream?

Hey guys, thanking you all for taking the time to read and comment,
Much happy, thank you

A beautiful illusion.

Well read, much kind, if only the illusion was a fantasy and not what I'll never have. But thanks

ahhh so true..I thought of my golden mane..thinking.wouldnt it be wonderful to recognize the girl in the looking glass.
*hugs*

Indeed it would, she knows,