The Looking Glass
The vision the victim of uncaring glances
Patience will decode the psyche’s temporal trances
Wrinkles measure the vestiges of a dying shell
The soul stows reflections inside the eternal well
The mirror tells a tale that there is only but one of you
But you are but one of the strands in the limitless queue
Look deep inside the crystal sands
It casts a reflection of infinite
strandsThe vision the victim of uncaring glances
Patience will decode the psyche’s temporal trances
The revelation will amplify
your dormant senses
Time too, you will learn has no
quantifiable tensesWrinkles measure the vestiges of a dying shell
The soul stows reflections inside the eternal well
The looking glass is available in many sizes
The multitude of facades constrained by the absolute guisesThe mirror tells a tale that there is only but one of you
But you are but one of the strands in the limitless queue
Thank you,
Joseph Pede
Joseph Pede
1 comment:
Well said Joseph. I look forward to reading more of your poetry.
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