Mirror Writer

She looks in the mirror In silent contemplation, Glimpses her center During deep relaxation. She conceives while she’s sleeping, Imagines when dreaming, And sees herself weeping, Dark memories creeping. She creates the impossible, Her excitement is palpable, Her inventions immeasurable, As a life is incalculable. She rides a horse to the moon and back; Reads a book from end to front; Takes a nap on the head of a cat; Leads the earth on a surprising hunt. She smells a rose on the peak of Everest, Strokes a shark in the deep of the sea, Lies on the sun with a tan on her chest, Listens to the voice of a chattering bee. She writes it all down, The story of her dreams. In her memories she’s found How amazing it seems To let herself drown And wipe her soul clean And pour out her own, Both bright and dark dreams Her poetry is dear, Her memories clear Her writing reflects What she sees in the mirror.