Through the Looking Glass
Through The Looking Glass
“As the moon peak its glory, a glimmer of shadow reigned
on her eyes as she saw the mirror to her soul”
Through the looking glass
A devastating mirage has been cast
Alluring my greatest fears and desires
Enchanting my heart and blinded eyes
Unable to move, unable to think
My mind drifts slowly down the aisle
Stepping on thorns on a bed of roses
Tainted color of blood on my lonely footsteps
The magic mirror glistened as I removed its mattress
And behold, an enchanted darkness
Pulling me inside with great prowess
Whisked me inside a secret garden
Through the looking glass
Even when the night is on full moon
Every flower blooms
Sunflowers facing the moon
Lilies kissing daisies
And roses on top of a tempest
How joyful it is to dance with my gloom.
It’s like gladness within my darkness
As the nightingale sing and swoon
A mad hatter appeared, dancing with grace and grove
Joining him on his graceful madness
Made the stars twinkle with darkness
Through the looking glass
Sun and moon are lovers
Never leaving each other, they’re together forever
The ray of the sun landed on Hatter’s laughter
So dazzling, so warm. It melts the chains on my heart
The beam of the moon stayed on Hatter’s amber eyes,
So bright, so gentle it captures my helpless soul.
As we dance through night and day
Made my bloodied feet to heal and play
He carried me away to Red Queen’s place
While touching me with a tranquil brace
Listening to my cries with understanding and solace
Through the looking glass
A lie has been made
The surreal grail of mine
Made me daze off to another space
The Hatter reached our landing place
He told me I’m not Alice
But the person who owns this place
I’m not the damsel in distress
But the queen who has big face
Caressing my hair to my subtle skin
Telling me I’m not the villain but a princess who needs to be saved
Gently releasing me to his embrace and care
Humming softly that made my eyes drowsy
Slowly closing but I managed to say something
“You’re my sweetest dream I never had. Goodnight mi amore”
As my eyes closed I heard a faint but very clear response
“Goodnight and sweet dreams my friend
For my kiss is not for you, but for Alice.
Your lips are not for me but to some who’ll love you greatly”
“His words spoke verities while her voice spoke reverie. Who will listen
to her tale of make-believe if truth put her fantasy in a dream?”
Copyright © Zarman Spain Diaz | Year Posted 2021
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