Window

interesting.  a very good way of putting what you're saying here.  i'm not exactly sure what you mean about the two-way mirrors, though, and that you're still looking for the window.

i would like to point out one thing, though, that in the last line of the first stanza, i think "the other" should be "each other."

Hey!  Wait a minute!  "True love is the radiant space between..."  Wow.  i never thought of love as a space before.  that's very interesting.

Thank you for the comment. I see how this poem could be a little unclear; I was going for brevity in this one, with a few of the qualifiers for love just hinted at. My ultimate premise for this was that we are trapped in ultimately individual existences; going back to thinkers like Descartes, we can only verify existence in ourselves through our own minds, and the senses-dependent body just serves to muddle that confusion more, though our perceptions are complex and ever-expanding (eternity-walled rooms-bodies(these rooms have all kinds of mirrors)). Love can only ever be a space because of our individual existences. However, this poem is a way to highlight the rare times when we can see each other - love. In our eternity-walled rooms, our perceptions lead us to see, or at least think we can see, other people (two-way mirrors-unrequited love that may or may not exist because you have no way to verify it in the "starry eyes" of the other person) or ourselves (one-ways). Love, in this poem, is when souls find the window in their eternity-walled rooms, verifying themselves and each other. The space is always there, but if both can see it, everything outside of themselves suddenly becomes real - radiant.

Have you ever heard the song, "My Body is a Cage," by Arcade Fire? Now that I think about it, this poem is very reminiscent of that.

tis a most worthy po'em....no eXplai'nation needed.

Just do it.
Just be it.

Immerse yrself in th'great poets that ye feel an affinity for

& then let it rip