One way street

All signs point to a one-way street,
the kind that ends in a blind mirror;
Knowing I can only see myself in it,
all I wish is for you to do the same;

Just a hint of your fleeting glance,
and the storm-clouds regroup;
Reminders that at the end of the trance,
pearls will dissolve into tears of rain.

{Please don't read any "meaning" into this - an attempt from the archives on something I can't do well - write poetry}