Love's Mirror All friends are false, but you are true: And so there lies the paradox In perfect tense, in present time, Whose parallel extends to mock. Together on the other side Of love where mirrors and where clocks Reflect and mark, reversed, to show Ourselves as only we could know-- Where all the doors have secret locks With double keys, and panels well Concealed, give exit palace walls-- And there where we have come and gone Twin spirits who have roamed at will Behind the court, behind the backs Of kings and queens, behind the racks For those who dared defy their will... But now we've found the passage from Dark dungeons of distrust, deceit, Past vain, remorseful mirrored halls Where Hamlet, Richard, met defeat. Freed from imperfect tense, past time, Love's light, its parallel, extends, Strikes mirrors that are faithful to The images that it we lend. And of that light upon the glass, The spectrum is the one that bends; Prime colors are the jewels which pass Distortionless as friendship ends And turns to love we wear as crowns To mock Time's clock in mirror view Where palace beauty fades before This look of love I give to you. (C) 12-15-95 Charles Sielert csielert@psd.k12.co.usBirth sign: Not entered
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