A Window for a Mirror

Once there was a desk

That would show you what you wanted

In the mirror towering above.

When a thought worth thinking appeared,

It was seen as his face.

Good thoughts developed smiling days.

Others dug lines at arrogant eyes,

Looks only as handsome as an original thoughts,

While ideas orbit the same nose chin ears

Allowing prediction of season

Knowing a mind’s warm productivity

And halting freezes, no wrinkle or glow

Unexpected by a stifled imagination.

Then the mind wondered.

What lies beyond the planets?

To see the world as it had been

And continued being.

Then the mind dreamed

Of what was unremembered,

Imagining that which it didn’t believe,

Recalling the unknowns of a universe

With chaos and a broader center.

As the heavens broke into a thousand

Reflecting pieces, he saw in a jagged shining sea

The endless possibilities of a world outside

Of himself, found in a face that will ever change

In the lights of the sun at a desk placed

With a view through a window showing

Inspiration from without, hoping for lines yielded

From more happiness than not.

Once inspired, the mirror was replaced to find

Courage to gain life through window’s transparent

Glass. Allow the spheres to break, the firmament

To fall, and find roaming grasslands

Grazing yonder to yonder

A world of vistas displaying beauty

And pain, not in vain.