Look In This Glass
Look in this glass, and tell me if you can see a little devil in;
But, I`m afraid you cannot do it today, so let it pass;
Another day`s impatient breath, another person you have seen:
So let your lazy shadow lying in the powdered grass;
Ask the old King Lear to let you comb his long white beard;
Enjoy this frozen sky in which ancestors’ eyes met old mystery;
Multitudes of aged persons so fond of the white tomb, I heard
As being hung by white dreams of self-love, and cold posterity;
Matusalemes of great expectations still live gloriously in thee.
Bring the white seasons for other tomorrow learning to smile;
So through the windows of this misunderstood freedom, you see
Despite of wrinkles of our earth and heaven, this is patience`s time.
But if you have seen the little devil in the mirror, this could be
The old tempter moving a mountain, from other realm for thee...
Copyright © Ovidiu Bocsa | Year Posted 2013
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