crystal castles


your glassy eyes reflect
to mine crystal castles
foreign to you.

i see through them
as you look in mirrors-
time again looking deep.
but they are just another glass-

glasses revealing eyes
that rain
tears of fears in being lost

i think: tears cannot rain
when you see through
your eyes.

lower the drawbridge,
too often confused as a door,
and enter in
to the crystal castles.

dethrone the mirrored
colors
recapitulated by a journey

through crystal castles
of deep reflections
and spectrums
founded, guarded and reigning
in you.

Jimi Hindrix sang, "Castles made of sand, fall in the sea, eventually." And that has nothing to do with your poem.

I understand what the crystal castles are. Your poem keeps me in wanting to know the dilema between you and another.

Where is the next draft?

Pashmina:
Experiment with changing the pronoun "you" to "me", and I think you may find something extremely profound.