Hall of mirrors

Reflective prose. Whatever you want; let it flow.

Hall of mirrors

Peering past you

A plan of wasteful time

Sincerely shattered

Clear the air in the ego space

Where the tasteless things manifest,

Eyes glaring, waving hands

Your devotion, the courage potion

Drinks to the beat, of your feet

To the pavement, no commotion

Unknown territory and scared

All along it was the best

Smile and pose

Fake your death

And take a real breath

Bold and alone

You could be a night time

Vigilante

Justice in the name

of Judas

Or a small town priest

A someone to someone

That much, at least

Carrying water

Holding the candle

Overhead, the beast

Who do you think

Who do you think

I think

I think that you are

Winter is the season of loss and longing,

When the days are short and the nights are long,

When the cold and the dark envelop the world,

And the snow covers everything in white.

But winter is also the season of hope and wonder,

When the sky is lit by the northern lights,

When the colors dance and shimmer in the air,

And the stars shine brighter than ever.

I remember you, my dear, when I see the northern lights,

How you loved to watch them with me,

How you smiled and laughed and held me close,

And how you made me feel alive.

You are gone now, my dear, for many years,

But you are still with me in my heart,

You are still with me in my dreams,

And you are still with me beneath northern lights.

Winter is the season of grief and healing,

When I miss you more than ever,

Then I dream, smile and am thankful for you,

And see you around me again.