Mirror at midnight
with shadowed reflection
like a phantasmal pond
and demonic intention.
Shining and spectral, it glints like a ghost
winking like a wraith with hope-
fingers to the glass; elope!
Through the looking glass we go.
We\'ll peruse \'round the parallels,
see the mountains all reversed,
glimpse a heaven that is hell
see the blessed be the cursed.
There\'s humor that is harrowing,
in the knowing of the aftermaths
of every thing turned inside out
our opposites will make us laugh.
And when morning touches our reality,
we\'ll have to release a fond cordiality,
let go of ghosts and shadows, lo,
back to our reflections now.