MIRROR OF LASTING TIME
Were you sure you had looked deep into it?
Did you see some ONE with a burning gaze
When you raised a hand to be over with.
With a wick of wand, called a second chance,
I urge you to grasp a crucial detail;
Arm yourself with sight of an inner eye,
Then for braveness’ sake a lungful inhale.
Patience may be just for one who abides
To testing a feat of self-righteousness,
As uncovering the obvious within
You may find yourself a skeletal set.
Yet the promise glows, pending unscathed,
Discreetly striving to coronate you
If beyond yourself you find reflected
Innumerable gems in holy dew.
You will know then how looking back from glass
The million faces, all with broken smiles,
Hold responsible you- for whom they saved
The brightened up look in this mirror set.