Reflections

                  Reflections

          Two faces regard themselves in silver;
          hands stopping their work,
          both cold cream and shaving gel left to sit,
          eyes flickering about;
          They wonder about their hair,
          seeing fingers moving through it;
          but greying strands and falling locks fall from view
          as eyes meet with a questioning look,
          feet chilling out of sight,
          then lips curl with answering smiles
          as anxious, eager, excited hearts remind them
          of all that is right
          with what they're doing;
          and satisfied hands return to the tasks
          of clearing one face,
          enhancing another;
          two people ready themselves at two mirrors,
          looking on their nervous images,
          seeing only each other.