Sharp splinters of reality
cut shards of living memory
Fly in slow motion flight
from the impact and shock of recognition and intensity
A million mirrored memories captured in
one heartbeat and held
in the breathless
timeless
Spaces of infinity.
The soul in my reflected eyes strives
to see beyond the silvered illusion of grinded and melted sand
crafted by gifted and blooded hands.
Now in the moment of cracked release
time and space reflect a different piece
of what was once perceived to be so whole
that we trusted never doubting what eyes are told.
A trick of light
and nothings really what it seems to be.
A trick of light.
Reflecting time with loss and vanity.
The sun cast shadows light and line
giving daylight form a sharp define
a deceptive fusion
all colour is a reflective illusion.
We only see what out senses limits see.
All I wanted was to see behind the mirrors trick of light and mind.
To catch a fleeting glimpse beyond the silver veil that separates us
from what we think is real.
A trick of light
And nothings really what it seems to be .
A trick of light reflecting time with loss and vanity.