My Mirrored World Glossy ground you shimmer so Showing me the skies below Reflecting back what birds must view Casting eyes to gaze at you When my eyes have soaked it in Your sea returns to wash again The sandy canvas from my dreams Restoring many a painter's themes The colours dance way up high Or is it from beneath your skies? From seagulls breast to whisps of hair None forgotten within your glare Catching an early morning beat Of those who like the sun will greet Your picture perfect portrait glow Of life that swims within stones throw Wrapping those at sunset's pause To hear the day's end loud applause For the majesty bestowed on all Captured in the lens so small The ceiling now below my feet Tickling as your flow retreats Clearing gracefully natures floor Footprints return upon your shores To mark their place against the glass Forever walking, but no proof to last For soon your tide begins anew Another story for a mirrored two
Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives. ~William Dement
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