These two sweet lights so lovely, do I bear
To watch them fade? Each to each as fair,
Such rapt attention weighed. So adored,
But see the other dim, must each prepare?
Must I accept their fate without despair
As once I disobeyed? Lit so rare,
Have black and auburn greyed? What reward,
If these and all Thy countless lights repair?
I’m not my mind nor body? Tell this lie
When you are old; and you will not believe.
Behold, within the mirror: Is it I?
Or this, within my portrait? Should I grieve
That I, decay within the mirror, see;
When bright, within my portrait light, is me?
David Emeron: Sonnets 
Sweet!
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Alas, I fear, not so, I’m very much afraid.
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…within the infinity of the mirror is also the infinity of fear ~ does it come around like the Ouroboros – and when it finally swallows itself an infinity of times is there a sudden revelation?
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And interesting interpretation of my short sentence, perhaps subliminally accurate as well!
However my intent, was to carry the subject of the sonnet into your short comment, as per this, more simply:
Thanks again for the visit!
–Εσχατων Ημερων
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;) :)
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So beautiful, my dear.
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I feel every word; this is very personal for me.
–Εσχατων Ημερων
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