From an eastern window passing -
A silent call as I walk by

‘Look deep into my reflection
Stare me squarely in the eye’

I feign blindness to your wishes
Yet toward your voice I turn

‘To capture this elusive treasure
Say the one small word we yearn…

…manifest our virtual pleasure
I am yours, I am the one’

A moment of indecision
All is lost to time, and gone

Into a million pieces
A thousand things now smash and break

And when the starburst is over
Unseen amongst the bric-a-brac

Through the purple light, that glistens
Remains one splintered silver shard

In the afterglow of echoes
Lies that lonely little word