Your Mirror Has Two Faces
Your mirror has two faces — one,
The world would call — your own,
It smiles with practiced innocence,
And gleams — when you are known.
The other face — a secret one —
It flickers, pale — and shy,
It looks through glass — not at the world,
But at Eternity.
The one — will greet your visitors,
With ribbons, and a bow,
The other — whispers, when you sleep,
Of things you dare not show.
And though you turn — from both, in dread,
They never turn from you —
For Truth and Shadow share one frame,
And know what Mirrors do.
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