Reflection
Hangs heavy the veil across my eye
disguising the marbled sphere
asking why am I not aloud to cry
There arrives epiphany
To enter through the chasm devoid of light
toward the bleak farscape
a canvas beckoning to assuage the fright
with a spectrum to adorn
The desolate wasteland of my mind
the vacancy of soul
yet need not a light to find
eternal bliss within
For upon the glass beyond mine own
there lies a splendorous treasure
I am not to be alone
not with one but two
- Wells
Joe blogged on 8:29 PM
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