The Mirror - Debra Winger

We are the mirror as well as the face in it

We are tasting the taste this minute of eternity

We are pain and what cures pain both.

We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours.

I want to hold you close like a lute so we can cry out with loving.

You would rather throw stones at a mirror?

I am your mirror, and here are the stones.