The World In the Looking Glass

There was a time When I was alone And silence filled my house It covered the world beyond my house in a mist I couldn’t tell what lay beyond my doorstep When i was little I would run from the quiet I would climb on the counter and sit in front of the looking glass And talk to the looking glass girl I would sit in front of her and beg her to tell me Of the looking glass world And She would tell me of sun that spilled through every room Of sugar coated kindness from strangers And gardens of opal and ruby Of nights spent by candlelight In the arms of a chair And rainy days spent in a cup of tea And painted skies of cotton candy I beg and she would tell me of Leather bound friends And warm cloudy days Of drawing smiles on the foggy car windows Of rose petal baths after a long day And dark brown coffee after a long night Of the pain from laughter And tears from happiness I used to wish i could put my hand through the mirror To step into her world To walk in her world for a day And leaved the silence behind But I remain contented to sit and listen to her tales And hoped some day I would find my world was a reflection of the looking glass world But years passed And I passed to I went out into the world of quiet and learned What was hidden in the quiet I returned changed and found the girl in the mirror had changed too I sat on the counter and heard her new tale Of gunshots and shattering glass Of a mother's scream and a dogs whimper Of the crack of falling branches and snap of a leg Of the crack of lightning and the boom of thunder Of a gasp of breath and a cry of despair Of nights spent holding a weeping girl And days spent cleaning up blood I sat and heard Of winters spent shivering in the cold and summers spent dying in the heat Of the moan of hunger and the howl of thirst Of the sob of a lost child And the bawl of the broken heart Of cruel words spoken by strangers And the savage words spoken by a lover I cried at her feet for the world And she cried with me For the world was not as we thought And in learning this we lost my looking glass world And found only a reflection