Through The Looking Glass

I beg of you, speak not a word
the less is said, the less is hurt
be still, be silent
and breathe with me, this savored moment

In frozen stance, you cringe watching
and through the glass, you strain looking
A sight, a vision, or is it a reflection
Afraid are you not, of this confusion?

Reach you not, for only in despair
and not for a moment, should you shed a tear
For all in all, still firm I'm here
only to you, not any nearer

I search hard for the cold sacred heart
and I seek deep, as it falls apart