Mirrors are golden opportunity
To ask questions, where lays the silver lightning,
On the way of life, that she bears upon the earth
To hold love, and the move with giant time bound.
She looks on the surface of glass, to detect mole,
On the skin of face, or tears on the eyes, or to make
marks
Of beauty on eye lashes, youth and age combine within,
Love is gently moving on vision of wonder on
glass-images.
Parallel pictures do come, in the helmet of turns,
Burns, significant change in life’s hive of mystery,
Sonnets, splashes, and thinking eyebrows come reflected
To serve beauty and love in the sure identity of vision.
When saddest, when in merriment, she sits before the
mirror,
Just to see the fate of her eyes, to heal the sorrow or
to greet blushes,
And she feels blest of the mirror wishes from sovereignty,
That allows her to receive luster of glance reflected inside
mirror-stealing.
