Silent steps upon cold floor
Screaming shouts
Slicing the night.

I see you standing
Before mirror reflection
I reach to you. 

Touching only your depiction
One hundred mirrors reflecting 
Your vanishing complexion.

I search for you
I shout for you
I scream for you. 

One Hundred mirrors echo    
One Hundred mirrors echo
One Hundred mirrors echo

I see your depiction
In mirror reflection. 

You search for me
You shout for me
You scream for me.

I see you standing
trembling.
reaching.

With outstretched hand 
touching

Streams of shattering 
echo

One hundred mirrors 
breaking

Scattering glass 
clinging.

Alone in the darkness
and haze
you stand.

Moon light reflecting 
tears

I step

Glass crunching

I step

I reach for you
trembling

I softly embrace
Your innocent face.

Peering into
Blue eyes reflecting:

One hundred generations 
One hundred vanishing complexions. 

I reach for them
Touching each one

On Your beautiful face 
A perfect complexion. 

 

In my grandparents house were many mirrors. I guess my grandmother liked how it made the small rooms feel bigger. I had a dream awhile ago that my son woke up in the night and wondered off. I went looking for him and found him in my grandparents old house but the house had became a mirror maze. We could both see and hear each other but were separated by the hundreds of reflections that stood between us.