I really like this poem...Its kinda wierd but it shows how strange our minds can be.

Wow, this is rather frightening espacially when you're reading it in the middle of the night...

well, it's about time you come back to life! lol i was on the brink of sending you an "are you alive and well and writing" e-mail (in a british accent, of course :P). welcome back! ehem. *we now return to your regularly scheduled review*

i'd almost forgotten how utterly enthralling your loose rhythm and rhyme style is *shame on you for staying away so long! ;)*. i was two inches closer to the computer at the end of this piece than i was at the beginning ~ quite litterally on the edge of my seat. how, and i do repeat HOW in the name of the poetic muse do you DO that?!? it's completely insane how *perfect* your very unpreciseness is! i mean, you'd think that there'd be a tiny flaw in the rhythm *somewhere* at some point, but no, not in your poetry! *huffs with outright jealousy* lol at any rate it does make for a most fascinating and enthralling read. :P the story of the dream was very intriguing, as well. the coming face to face with yourself part at the end was rather chilling ~ nice touch! the mirror thing was also quite enrapturing. *sigh* i never know how to pick favorite lines from your pieces, everything flows so damn well that it feels like desecration to extract bits and parts . . . but here goes: "the house was lit with starlight" (kinda reminded me of the beginning of 'The Highwayman'), "i turned my back and in its lack the mirror held the image of the crack/along the wall," "the hallway seemed to know my name/it murmured softly/vaguely tame," and "and looked me in the eye, and heard from me, tonight i'd die." a remarkable and haunting piece of poetry. good show old chap! ;)