You made a triangle out of your
face
The space in the corners longing for
embrace
You made me laugh when you had to cry
The altitude you noticed was flying too
high
You eclipsed the time and ran to the
dirt
Trying to decide which side really hurt
You traveled on emotion with your head in
the air
The money you kept was leading you to
despair
Mirrors of ancient Rome
Reflections of the sacred home
Shadows of brush and vacant seeds
Let the magic gift tend to your needs
Mirrors, mirrors in the night
Mirrors in your sight
Mirrors make things right
You found the lost charm in the depths of
underground
The chaos you create would never again be
found
You made your reservations in the candle and
the wave
Faults and chain reactions will see another
day
Mirrors of ancient Rome
Reflections of the sacred home
Shadows of brush and vacant seeds
Let the magic gift tend to your needs
Mirrors, mirrors in the night
Mirrors in your sight
Mirrors make things right
You made a triangle out of your face
The space in the corners longing for
embrace
You made me laugh when you had to cry
The altitude you noticed was flying too
high
Mirrors of space, mirrors of
time
© 3/3/2007 Bruce Clifford
