The Mirror of Life

He stood around waiting for the 24 hour candles to blow out
Wandering his mind throughout the walls of the secluded space
He felt trapped in the whirling motion of materialistic air
While expecting the ordeal of impatience to disappear
A treacly vision of a mirror image flattered his eyes
The three-dimensional glazed character had been eyeing him up
When the bewitching object decided to break up the quietness
My dearest of all, murmured the living glazed creature
I am the mirror of life, get through me and you will see
Petrified by the unbelievable happening, the man stood still
He could see the red carpet building up in an amazing way
A magical pathway to a fairy tale destination
He started to plod along the enlightened lane
A fall into empty space, no reflections, it had no face
Leading his illusory well of expectations to a clouded dream
Again, the bell of entreaties rang feebly, come closer and hear
Your eyes are the mirror of your soul
Share a tear and you will see the meaning of life
He cried a water pond of all his redeeming sins
Then he saw...the reflecting God in glass composition.

by Ray Laurens
Copyright ©2005 Ray Goyeau Laurens