Looking Glass Truths

Looking into that silver has never felt like gold.


In fact it is more like looking at an empty galaxy

Sparse freckles creating lonely constellations,

A head round like the moon 

Crowned in an aurora borealis 

Of fine highlighted hair that dances without rhythm.

All of this orbiting life's golden rays

As time and lives fly by alarmingly,

And fingers grasping at the both

I feel the cold dark space between the constellations

With heightened awareness and fear

Of what being mortal means.

But when I turn away from fear

And study the brilliance without the hourglass's shadow

I feel the closest to gold I ever will.


And then my eyes are full of stars.

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