The Mirror World

Oh in the mirror world, she dances on a stag all her own, A reflected ballerina, stepping ever lightly in the shaded Silhouettes of yesterday, twin figures of elegance, neither Realizing that they are one in the same, identity thieves. Beguiling the shimmering images standing in illusions rippling Glass, touch each other, yet they are the untouchables double. Blissfully the maiden trips the light fantastic, as inspirations long Lost muse, hidden beneath self-doubt and pains anguish, the opposite Refuses to except that these two reflections of inspiration are one in the same. Dearest Lady of wisdom's clarity let the clear waters of clarification flow, as A soft streams miracle in faith’s river conjoins at the mighty delta’s edge. In the framed rippling pools of frozen pains separation, it is the liquid Of realism that combines thee, defines thee and unites thee as one whole Being let these two timeless dancers of inspiration merge as one whole. Beauty does wait in inspirations chamber to be set free, embrace her And allow your wings of the imagination to soar again amongst the heights. Beyond celled barriers of your past mistakes, for they do not define the artist, The future of this mistress of poetic artistry, must waltz in sync with her spiritual Kindred, whom dwells beyond the looking glass, in the realm of wonderland. Oh sweet Alice just place your fingertips upon the thy side, reach through the Tides of separation let the waves of truth wash over thee, and with tenderness She’ll grasp at thy inner soul, softly uniting these torn images of the lost, as one Dancer waltzing, in unisons divine musical tune, in harmonious rheum. The breeze of life is a timeless unique spiritual adventure, each paths step must Be experienced alone by the traveler, through the harshness of the winds of Destiny we must walk alone, yet behind us are others waiting to help thee along, But few realize this practice of faith’s devotion, for within each single step taken, Another walks and his is the miracle of our salvation, and preservation. Let the rock of truth shatter the glass of resistance, for dearest child of inspiration, You are not alone to pick of the pieces of these shards remains, for we feel the Sting of your crystal tear drops , and are willing to help wipe them asunder, with Loving wings of friendship, always. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN FOR LINDA THE POET DESTROYER MAY THIS POEM MAKE HER DANCE ONCE MORE.