Mirror Whim

When a mirror faces a mirror,
it makes many tiny worlds.
Each of those realms,
I carry in my mind,
remembering a different part of reality,
as my eyes flutter in dream.
I tasted the ocean,
in her eyes
I caught the sun,
in her hair,
I sang to the wind,
in her mind,
I carried the mountain,
in her heart,
My spirit is silver, reflecting back,
I see the reverse image,
The other part of the equation,
Jolting alternating current,
to my direction’s whim

Published by Shining Quill

Let me introduce myself: I'm Quill! In addition to being an ordained minister and blogger, I am a mother of five little girls. My Magickal practice dates back over two decades. As a tarot reader, life coach, and spell caster, I specialize in these three fields. I'm passionate about removing the taboo surrounding people seeking help for mental health challenges. Welcome to my blog!

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