Reflection

The reflection of a ghost
Stares back at me
A life unfinished, a sad fate
Searching for a truth, that no one holds.

Beckoning for recognition
Pleading for a voice
The heart a vanquished space
Of a story without an end.

Answer me, hear me, see me,
The voice calls
Through the pleading eyes
And ghostly flickering and tricks

Will they hear him?
Do they know?
Without catching the reflection
He has no space.

The eerie fading truth
Is the silence of the night
The light illusions
Too quick for the busy mind

He is here.
I am slow and quiet.
I recognize, in this obscure image
my family, my friend.