‘Perspective’
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Tell the future that’s all. . .
Don’t bother with the past
or what’s behind me.
Tell it vastly
Tell me kindly
Let’s speak of the star-gates
or futuristic travels. . .
Or, the hues of flowers
That never come unraveled. . .
Tell it truthfully
Tell it wisely
Let’s speak of the vastness
Of the cosmic happenings. . .
Tell it truthful
Don’t be chiding
Let’s talk of the spells of cauldrons
That are forever binding. . .
Or the travels of a magic wondering. . .
Or, the travelers of a mystic
lightening and thundering. . .
Mirror, mirror, on the wall. . .
Don’t bother with the past
Or, what’s unknown
Tell the future
Thus’s all. . .
~fin~