Glass | Scripturally Speaking

For years it has seemed as though

You know me more solidly than I know myself;

Our time alone together-scarce to none.

How can this be?

I am ever waxing and waning,

As the spectacular moon,

With it’s barren landscape and mystical shadows.

I hold no candle to the glorious sun

As I merely reflect the light.

But you-

You believe I am worth pursuing,

Less light than is needed to do the work,

Yet you see something in me.

I scrunch up my face before the glass..

I concentrate and stare intently..

I hope to get a glimpse of what it is that you see.

Alas, I am at a loss.

I flip the switch to off

And wander away, perplexed.