Homage to Jane Eyre

I understand that

There is something

That shows the truth

To those who seek it

There was a time

Where my eyes

Were too scared

To look inside

And then

I sought a mirror

The fake shine

Shows back

What could not possibly be mine

And then I did lack

The sense to realise

That outsides never do suffice

But then it seemed

I became so withdrawn

Within myself

That could not regain

An utterance of hope

From the deepest fear

Of what lies

Inside.

In both places

At both times

I thought

That perhaps

Only a mere passing

Moment of powerless

Sincerity. This

Insignificant harsh

Charcoal blackened

Self.

Could be seen.

And although I have searched

Amongst every fleeting dream

Every slowly fading memory of a smile

I simply cannot unlearn

What I have learnt.

That in the mirror of your eyes

Just maybe

I could be beautiful.

But it seems I will never know

Your eyes forever closed

Not because you live no more.

But for love I can no longer show

For I am dead to you, I am sure.

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But when the winds

Have stripped us of our leaves

And we are free of lies

Are we the same people

We used to be

And if so

Would our love still die?