Mirror, Mirror

On top of the hill where greens howl in twilight

You lay where fields of purple are in sight

 

Crickets sing from afar

But there is silence in your head

and dewdrops in your heart

 

You are

An island harshly separated

Falling into an abyss, head down

mirrors flicker

and your name echoes eternally

 

Thoughts travel to the edge of the world

you are haunted by the metaphysics of sorrow

And the components of your odd soul

 

On top of the hill where greens howl in twilight

The sky is breathing hues of colors

Jupiter shines earliest above you

And children play where you see them

as dots colliding into each other

 

You have leaped through the looking-glass

Yet it was still you on the other side

 

© 2014 ALIA SULTAN

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