Reflections.
Of a man, seeing through the looking glass.
The lights that haunt me
And are soon to be followed by silence
Are chained inside three mirrors
That shine like a bright white star
*
The reflection is a reflection of the past
That reflexes are not able to escape
If something is, it’s what it was
Trapped in light, all things stay the same
*
The reflection of reflection of reflection of the flame
Warms my soul, and melting fire burns
But in the thin air that stands between mirrors and space
A silent, echoing question is born
*
“Why?”, The silence whispers…
“What?” As the shadow is but light
“Why?”, Sending down shivers
“What?” Echoes, leaving out lies
*
Darkness imprisoned, things now reflect
Gloom borrows color, and I realize
Why was I afraid of light
Because printed on all things
Is the soul of all things
*
The real world is out there
Here, all things reflect
The world is all shadows!
Except when I see them from nearer
I’m the reflection of myself
As I’m trapped inside a mirror…
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Comments (2)
Deep words. Such an enlightened thought. Love this.
Your words echo with soulful resonance.