The Mirror

A friend's eye is a mirror,
A mirror in which I see.
I see the images it shines,
it shines refections of me.
I see through the times,
times of glee and sorrow.
I see vivid mirages,
mirages of what might be tomorrow
Mirrors they are shattered,
shattered i see my face.
Wounds they leave their scars,
scars i can not erase.