Mirror World

Worlds on worlds, colliding and imploding, Not a care, nor a stare, the wind flowing. River like a mirror, between realities, Around the rolling path, like rain to deities. Bountiful hills and valleys depart, Small luxuries never far apart, Feelings flowing, while becoming familiar. In a world of worlds, too good and delinear, A world only seen, when two combine, Belief is beyond, when you are mine. All other worlds are gone, if only for a short while. Twas good to see you, in a mirror, in a tile.