A Sea of Mirrors

Embrace...
Time has changed your simple face.
And as I seclude my illusive name,
(not wanting to pretend in seductive games,)
I can predict that soon,
The sparkle of love's silver moon,
Will fade to shine this comming June.

I twirl round,
And stop unfound,
Resuming rain renoun.

Freedom never felt so near,
My skin unscathed, almost sheer,
But ironically I fear not.
Cosmic tears can't be caught.

An earthquake rattles,
Ending insignificant battles,
And as I endure fate,
Quietly to my self I levitate,
Rocking as the plastic earth rotates.

And I too turn,
Continuing to burn,
Among contradicting faults,
That sign and design life with God's holy salts.

And I will fade...
My soul will jade...
Silently turning bluish-gray...
Yet only towards you as I begin again,
And leave your youth, and part the end.