Incanto Dreams

Incanto dreams, filtering through nets of darkness:
A once-lived hourglass of hopeful mirage, fading
Hours drifting away; fickle youth, faithful maturity
Come back again like enchantments, to whisper of loss.

Charms given, and charms taken away again:
Full of moon, to no-where moon;
Smooth moon face, to crepe paper reflections-
Somewhere else, it surely goes on living.

Nothing always-new, and nothing gone to waste;
In the mirror, I see your eyes in mine,
And in the mirror, we are always the same person,
Facing backwards through time

Waiting again, for that first moment
When existence lit our tapers,
The universe blooming itself into cycles of desire,
Opening outward, only for our breathing presence.

Alison Cassidy
'In the mirror, I see your eyes in mine, And in the mirror, we are always the same person, Facing backwards through time'. These three lines nail the whole poem brilliantly. Your ability to capture the illusive and give it meaning is amazing Patti. A fascinating poem about life and death and the passing of tine. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Dorothy A. Holmes apwlts2
Ah!...You touched my heart...a diamond studded poem, that I'll recite when I wear my "Pink Diamond Studded Shoes"...I love the flow, the words the clarity, the all! Dorothy Alves Holmes A Poet Who Loves To Sing

Fay Slimm
Wow - Pattie - this has all the hallmarks of a classic. - - -Excuse me while I read this again.

Pendemic
Some breathtaking phrasing here. Nice piece.