Not To Be Reproduced, 1937, Rene Magritte
My reflection has never been a true representation of who I am. I'm deeper than skin and bone. My hair and eyes are simply outward expressions of DNA. It is my soul that will linger long after these things are gone. We stare at others and wish we were different. We compare, contrast, strive. Yet in the mirror we gaze, longingly, wishing that someone would come along and wipe away the collected grime to reveal the crystalline glimmer of eternity.
You, I, we are such stuff as dreams are made on.
This little vignette is part of Magpie Tales, a collaboration of poets and writers wishing to hone their skills and keep their muses busy creating instead of wreaking havoc . Muses are known to do that, you know.
Happy Monday :)