The Mirror of My soul
Come and touch the mirror of my soul before I grow old; come and touch the mirror of my soul before the sun goes down and the evening gets cold.
I wake up this morning with nothing on my mind but the spirit of hope keep lagging behind, the sun is reflecting in the mirror but my heart is laden with sorrows. I tried to force a smile from time to time and send the dark energy back to the galaxy.
It feels like someone has just ripped out a piece of it and left the open wound to drip, I can feel my heart beating rapidly and the muscles in my chest contracting .If you look steadfast in the sky, you would have noticed that the heavens have died and the eclipsed moon is still circling around looking for the sun but the orbit is already done.
Come and touch the mirror of my soul and fill the vacuum with sweet songs and melody of old; wrap words of comfort around it and beckon the solitude that lives in the distance to hold my hand when you stand on the cliff in the golden sand. I will merge with the rainbow in the sky and I will compose a rhythm before I die. I will share it with the globe and make them examine the mirror of my soul.
I stand aloof on the pyramids of time waiting for the sun to burst through the clouds and warm the ice cold temperature around the globe. A strange phenomenon is brewing in the air causing the mountain goat to fear. Listen to the strange sound that it bleats, it is sending a message to the people in the street, it is an unusual sound that resonate from the deep and parachute through the mouth of the goat weeping on the mountain.
Look over there, something is coming towards me out of the belly of the sea, it is moving at a rapid speed with a fleet of boats moving quickly with it, they have pivot towards the shore, and it looks like something is about to break next door.
Look above the skies a school of bald eagle is crossing to the East while the cranes flying speedily towards the west neatly dressed in their Sunday best lands on the beach. The trees are dancing before me and the sun is moving in and out of the clouds.
Look into the mirrors of my soul and examine the part of me that is bold, you will find the answer and the clouds will tell you how to lift the heavy load.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2024
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