narcissus

The moment that I saw you,
I recognized you as my own,
The reflection of my face upon the water. 
Our joy came in the fullness of our recognition,
Twin souls of youth and beauty,
Lovers, creators, partners,
Immortals spanning centuries,
Defying time. 
Today, I came to worship you and you were gone,
The pond that held our image but a muddy puddle. 
Now I am a soul without a body,
Faceless, nameless, lost.


 Rosalind Resnick 
April 15, 2014