Tai Chi Straight Sword Love



She's running,
Running down a long endless path.
I hear her presence,
Her voice is dancing in my eyes.
Where is she going?
I don't know.

Her footsteps beating,
Constant drumming in my ears;
I hear nothing else.
She has lost her sight,
Blinded by something -
She knows not what.

Tr y to find the way;
Go back!
I can't see her face.

It is a shadow.
Of a past,
Not too distant.
Perhaps a future?
Where is it leading me?

Her face!
Ravaged, familiar.

I look into a mirror,
The face is me.