looking glass

let not

the looking glass

lie in your face.

straight up now

face down

for the world around

it tells stories

of a time you have seen

and have not

chinks of glass

spring forth 

like men of armour

they are there

rapt in shadows

even when you

turn to light

to find them

only to be met

by a dream moon

that dares

to show you the way

but also delude you

when you are

looking away

for when the waves

come on to jungle feet

the mangrove rests to say

there are colours

you will find to hide your face.

and so long

my love

this story too

shall pass.