Mirrors

Mirrors

Matching Mirrors purposefully positioned

Cascading down into infinity,

Corridors of time call to me

To pass the temporal portal

To which I hold the key

In this existence called mortality

Maybe one well placed step

Will send me through the mirror,

Elevating me through eternity,

Passing to where I long to be.

Greeting spirits spurring me on

Mother, father calling me home

I peer and try to glimpse a shadow

In the shining silvery window,

The corridors are empty to sight

But there, to the right, could it be?

Ah yes, my mother, I’d know her anywhere

The moon is outshone by her silver hair.