Cycles
The looking glass needs shining
images are blurred
ancient mirror is the culprit
for my heart is young and light
behind - the reflector
shows a picture on the wall
when I was young and agile
no indistinction here
smoothest glass - no rendered warp
now - my image altered so
years escorted down my path
replaced the ageless innocence
with wisdom taking hold
trading handsomeness of portrait
for knowledge tried and true
all the twelvemonths fed my being
prime was every golden plate
now famine sits in effigy
portraying beauty's fade
delicately sliding
meshed in atmosphere's oblivion
Copyright © Katy Weir | Year Posted 2010
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