The Other Side

i am not the voice you hear from
across ocean's infinity

i am the whisper that blows softly in
your ear, the gentleness of far-off horizons.

i am not the sun you gaze at daylight's
end—i am the fusion of colors

at water's edge at dusk,
dissolving in muted harmony.

i am not the image in the mirror,
that murderous traitor clawing at your

heart, ripping your deep, thoughtful eyes
open to let flow hidden oceans.

i am the image of your soul;
i am the strum of your guitar.