THE DOOR IN A MIRROR

Forgive my weary and impatient thoughts
But I’ve not been able to paint you with words
The kind that adorns with sweetening tongue
For around you, my fairy and dancing Lilly
Is a clutter, of sharp and pointy thorns
It is for you, a coat of many colours
That wheedles me, into a snare of endless torture

On this toddling sands of time
I shall engrave my epiphanic lines

The wonder that awed my mortal mind
Was like the path through a glittering mirror
It showed yesterday, a mirage for tomorrow
You were only a coloured reflection on water
The scorn in your heart, truly did not matter

Around you, my fairy and dancing Lilly
Is a clutter, of sharp and pointy thorns
It is for you a coat of many colours
That wheedled me, into a snare of endless torture

Alpha E. Y. 2020

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