The Princess 3/10/02
And this water is so clear and still
Look! Is it not in truth a mirror?
Looking, I see my lover with me
I turn my head and he is gone
I smell grace haunting the air
Gaze back into the pool
He offers his hand
Turn to look, and don’t see
I smile sadly and take his hand without feeling
He is there
may I, like Psyche, hold a candle to your face?
..and he wipes a tear from my eye
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