The sky is the ocean,
as I walk the streets of paradise,
stepping on the memory stars,
of the happy moments we enticed.
Through the glistening in the corner of my eye,
I saw your reflection.
Yet when I turned your direction,
I only found a mirror,
and not your location.
I searched for you, but only
found my image.
Looking back at me
dressed in vintage.
I slightly turned and
found another mirror,
and there you were,
my eternal steerer.
My smile opened up,
more memory stars,
for us to step on,
side by side.
@gloriampoetry
I pictured the mirror as reflected by you and seeing the other side of the mirror in its entire billions of stars and the universe smiling upon you. Excellent metaphor and beautifully well written. 🙂
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Thank you for taking the time 🙂
Who says we can’t walk in the starts? haha…
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