Looking Glass
Break your hand mirror
Lose yourself
It's time you wade
Don't be afraid
Of deep dark woods
Of mountains high
Valleys low to oceans vast
Walk don't leap
Then launch in deep
You will find me there
Preserved but cold
In a game of solitaire
My dear lover
My significant other
The waters answer you
Remember and return deeds
My spirit's way in truth
If only you would
You'd find you could
Come peer in my windows
Copyright © Leon Stacey | Year Posted 2006
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