CLICK HERE TO READ PART ONE

For a moment that might have been an eternity, she melted within the aura of love that was all she could feel. She calmly regained her awareness. Everything seemed thick with a kind of splendor. She found she was alone.

She looked out, finding that her vision was not really the same. She seemed to have a thousand eyes, looking outwards but having no real direction. She did not reach to feel her body, but knew she was naked. In memory she thought of her make-up smeared blouse, the one she had been wearing. Then, in a second of panic, she thought of her sapphire ring. It was something she loved. She could not find her hands. She could not find the ring. She felt a trembling all through her, like she wanted to cry.

Suddenly she noticed that all her eyes were looking out. Outward through imaged reflections of her own life. She tried to understand.

That’s it! She was looking through mirrors. She was the naked woman On the other side of the glass! She could see a thousand, thousand souls casting their image into mirrors. Many were looking right in, but only a few were looking for her.

A loneliness grew, as she wanted to touch all the people out there. She could see them, but they could not see her.

She saw a woman sitting at her dressing table. She had just put on her lip stick with a hand that wore a sapphire ring. She wanted that ring. She wanted to wear it. It was beautiful.

As if in answer to her wish, the woman held her hand up to the light, so that the refractions from the sapphire danced across the face of the mirror. In each refraction she saw captured the story of a lifetime. The lifetime of a woman who danced within the fractured reflections of a precious jewel. They both started to cry.

Then the woman suddenly smashed her ring into the mirror, crying out with a pain that might have come from the bottom of the sea.

She caught the stone. It melted into her. She was the sapphire. The refractions of light were the mirror windows of the world – a thousand, thousand refractions of a life. A million stories of the same woman. She was the stone, and she was the many visions it captured.

She was on a ring. The ring was on a hand. The hand was on a woman. The woman was herself. She was getting ready to perform. The tears had messed up her make-up.

She washed her face clean. She ordered that the lights be low. Her long maroon dress with the lace white blouse adorned her well. She did not know her name.

From out of the sapphire she looked at all the world, finding herself within and without every vision and perspective. A great weight fell from her heart. She walked out onto the stage.

She sang.

PART THREE COMING SOON...