She hangs on the wall.
A mirror of my mind.
And I long with her and dream with her.
Used to want to ask her what was on her mind.
Now I know.
She is me and I am her.
And I rest in the knowledge that she is Eve.
Every dream, all of them hang with her.
Her gaze is our gaze.
Her stare is our stare.
And so I know the leg up repose of dreaming.
And you do too.
The craving for a chair to dream.
A chair to go and write.
A window pouring out the slanted rays for a moment’s pause.
And dream with Eve.
Rest with her, with me.
And gaze a moment maybe more.
Soak in the world, release what stores up in the achey bones.
And sit under the tree of life.
And hang with Eve, the mirror on our life.