Girl in the mirror
\nis a girl
\nwho isn’t there
\nnot really
\nshe’s imaginary
\nthe waking hours
\nwe share
\nshe knows, who she is
\nshe is real
\nbut not with me
\nnot here in my mirror
\nthat’s the reality<\/p>\n
she comes and goes
\nI do suppose
\nin solace, I can see
\nher at the window
\nin my mind
\nmirrored classically
\ncreative in earth magic
\nin aromatic oils
\nin casting
\neverlasting
\nthe soul forever
\ntoils<\/p>\n
wrapped up in
\npurple torments
\nand vast deserts of sand
\nwhere rainbows
\nand where crystals
\nare very often panned
\nas Glastonbury, beckons
\nand the wisest, of seers
\nlay their hands upon her
\nand wipe away her tears<\/p>\n
she dances in the garden
\nshe dances in her room
\nthe music from deep in her soul
\nbrings thoughts perhaps
\nof whom?
\ninner depths of wonderment
\nthat surface late at night
\nwhen wolves and owls
\ncommunicate
\nin the golden light<\/p>\n
a captivating presence
\nthat illustrates the joy
\nthat motivates the tortoise
\nto gravitate
\nhis ploy
\nto concentrate
\nand to demonstrate
\nhis feeling in a way
\nto appreciate
\nand just to state
\nthat he hopes she’s there
\nto stay’<\/p>\n
locked up
\nin the realms of all that’s
\nnatural calm and warm
\na goddess in the mirror
\nin her spirit form
\nand everything about her
\nis abundantly so pure
\nmirrored by the passion
\nthat she must surely
\nration
\nfor otherwise
\nher lure becomes the cure<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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