The Mirror of the Infinite

I seem to have remained within your breast,
my soul again united with yours alone.
Your clasping hands shield all those sorrows
whose voices I shall never hear again.

In the slow measure of eternal love
even sharp moments cease their threatening.
That rhythm has entered heart and mind,
silently reminding—time exists nowhere.

I stand before its mirror without protest,
false reflections flicker in light and shadow's play.
In that mirror no one can ever win
spreading cruel power or terrible darkness.

They flee—afraid to see their own faces,
hiding behind us, yet still helpless.
There is no eternal path for deception,
the mirror shatters every list of false names.

Relying on the trapped hours in that list
they tried to fashion a new mirror—
where they could read another's face again
within our thoughts... disguised as dry grains of wheat.

Still—
my soul has remained within your breast
bound to you,
and sworn to the eternal.