Glasses

When I was young,  
I dreamed of the Jabberwock 
And looking-glass; 
Now I see the world through 
A singing soul-- 
My soul's eye, no longer aslumber, 
Travels as if in search of a kinder number, 
Better days, free of thunder-- 
These are stories that my looking-glass eyes perceives. 
 
My soul sees 
A card-jack and a queen 
Of hearts and spades respectively, 
O! this world so merrily 
Condemns lovers to different trees 
On which to hang; 
Though Yggdrasil stands free as can be 
The fates have woven a different tapestry 
That our broken hearts cannot help but follow. 
 
There are the glasses of a simple fellow, 
Filled with drinks as well as dreams 
 I am left 
Intoxicated 
With dreams of love and tragedy 
Of another soul lost at sea- 
Intertwined hearts oh so fruitlessly 
Searching for those forevermore entombed. 
 
Helheim awaits those who sing 
Aye, siren-song is but a dead man's dream 
So here I wait,  
And Odin stands condemning me
In front of a set of scales; 
Sins sprawl endlessly 
And only a handful of blessings await-- 
This is the home of siren-song 
The land of the dead and the cold. 
 
These are a few of the stories my soul's eye perceives-- 
The thoughts and nightmares of bygone days 
Float like butterflies on golden rays; 
Through the dreary nights of reality 
My soul's eye stays true to me 
And keeps whole my sanity 
By feeding my heart with boundless dreams.

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