Top of the mountain
Wind, sky and sight
Dried of the ocean
Drowned by the night
Breath of open windows
Breeze against my skin
Broken false dreams
Covered with sharp sin
It was your mirror
Fear and unwilling to see
It was not in vain
I left just to be
Sharp were the edges
Cuts to save me
Suitcases full of illusion
Taken outside to see
Seclusion of the winter
Sleeping in my bed
Seeing the damage
Clearing of my head
A shard of your mirror
Looking at my reflection
Given a blessing
Understanding without deception
Bruised and battered
I saw you fall
Now on the mountain
The gift I recall
Your sacred ghosts
Plunged me into the abyss
Never would I have leaped
If not for your kiss
Raven
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