A Mirror

And it's all done with mirrors
from the beginning to the end
Reflections and refracted light
on window glasses bend.

And it's all done with mirrors
like a cloud across the sun.
Sealing in the truth of things,
like shadows on the run.
Can you count refractions,
lightning flashes as they pass?
Can you see the secrets kept
beneath the window glass?
Lines and coded messages
have come to tell the eye,
That carousels and ponies are
the truth and not the lie.

Masks and plays and metaphors
are questions unto me
And mirrors are the answers to
the uncertainty, I see.
And it's all done with mirrors
like crayons to the eye
But, does the colored picture tell
the truth or does it lie?
For you never see the author
only his intent
And I'm a brooding character
I Question that intent-

May 12, 1971

By Linda A. Copp ©