Mirror Mirror
What changes ring these bells of time?
What creatures crawl through this dark mire?
What day is this and why do I reflect in my heart, face, the sky?
What future reckons, judged by my past?
Heart, it beckons, beating too fast,
Could I, with sole force of will, then halt this fleeting surge of time?
Slow this heartbeat, still the earth that shifts beneath my aching feet?
At least, at least if nothing else, I’ll take this day’s reflection,
And with little guile I’ll bend its truth,
And where were tears, you’ll see a smile.
December 2004 Derek Wilson
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