Elisa In The Mirror

It is right in the middle of our tragedy.
And she sits in her mirror for the longest of days
She brushed her auburn hair and I seem to see
Her patient hands subdue a fire
It is right in the middle of our tragedy.

She sits in her mirror for the longest of days
She brushes her auburn hair and it seemed to be
(It was right in the middle of our tragedy)
A harp she was playing her heart not in that melody.
As she sits in her mirror all that longest of days.

She brushes her auburn hair and I'd have said
She was torturing, for the hell of it, her memory
As she sits in her mirror all that longest of days
And rekindled the never-ending flowers of the glow
Without saying what another woman in her place

Would have said. She is torturing her memory
For the hell of it, right in the middle of our tragedy
The world looks like that damned mirror
The brush parting flames of watered silk
And those flames lighting corners of my memory

It is right in the middle of our tragedy.
As Thursday sits between the days

And for one long day sitting before her memory
She sees in the distance dying in her mirror

One by one, the actors in our tragedy.
Who are the best in this accursed world?

And without me saying, you know their names
And what I mean by flames of long nights glowing

In her golden hair when she sits down and without a word
Elisa brushes the reflection of a blaze

Published by: ubercynic.com

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