Lament for My Eyes in a Mirror

I am Ron involved in me now Norma’s gone. 
Norma knew me more than my mind only. 
I know me only in eyes gone dead as mirrors. 
More than I Norma knew me in my eyes. 
Inside my soul she knew me body-bound 
near her dear and sorrowing heart the night 
she sighed aloud her last sound and died. 
O my soul alone shall sigh again her sigh. 
I shall lie alone and close my eyes and 
know my Norma knows I love her always 
long and knowingly and all involved 
to slip away as silver gleams in mirrors. 
Reversed in the mirror my Norma knowing 
my mind: Norma I am Ron, Norma I am Ron, 
endlessly repeating our names intertwined 
into eternity, in verse reverse reversed, 
I write again my eyes in her I am Ron. 

I closed her eyes gently when she died, 
her eyes gone hard, unfeeling as marbles, 
the soft lids open on their own I closed them. 
Her dead eyes shown as round mirrors. 
As I touched the orbs she did not blink. 
“What love this?” I whispered. 
“Still warm? Still mine?” 
And then her secret name only I know: 
“Nay, oh my soul, be still as ashen snow 
upon your skin in bending rays 
alive in your eyes in smiles— 
and all-consuming Love of Christ—Live!” 
I testify she lives in my eyes in a mirror 
beyond seeing: I see my angel waiting 
to say my name as I say hers: xxxxx 
We will flower in veils of fleeting light 
forever rearranging toward perfection.