In mirrored hang eternal grace did rest,

in order that reflected soul should see,

the edge and depth of sanity and self;

as flakes of time did darken, lift and peel.

In frame of rigid gilt and dusty coil,

the image true was captured and full held,

in ways beyond imagining and truth;

imprisoned were the stories it could tell. 

In shadowed brightness was the past revealed,

as silver glittered futures yet to be,

and life would hold it all in breathless now;

akashic record of eternal me. 


About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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