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.