A loss of gloss: no loss at all,
if we're talking worldly things,
but if we mean the gleam of eyes,
the luster of a sacred love,
then this is fading to lament.

Your radiance withheld from me
is robbing asters of their sun,
so when your eyes fall short of beam
understand this dimness felt,
the withering within my words.

Let the metals oxidize.
Forget the tarnished varnished wood,
the glasses smudged with fingerprints,
adornments subject to decay,
and just reflect on us today.

Reflect © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: March 2, 2019