THROUGH A MIRROR DARKLY
Candice James
Copyright 2010
Through a mirror darkly
The night is closing in on me.
This dream is wearing thin on me.
Why can’t I shake it,
Kill it or break it?
Inside this paper smile
I can’t lasso the moon.
It hangs in my sky on a whim and a sigh
Witnessing midnight crash into noon.
It closes in like a tender noose
Spinning me every which way but loose.
It keeps dancing and burning
Aching and yearning
Inside its own abstraction.
The flame burns
Always through a mirror darkly
Inside a paper smile.