I found a mirror one fine night
and in its face were burning bright
those flecks of fire, sterling white
lancing the inky, earnest black
and in a glance I snuck a peek
at dancing flame and distance bleak
I sighed, a rattle and a creak
my grip upon its handle slack
My yearning breath then fogged the glass
I muttered something rather crass
the mirror tightened in my grasp
its frame began to crack
I cursed and wiped the misty fray
but panting in my desperate sway
the stars remained a breath away
it was patience that I lacked
And in my haste I struck the rock
its face then shattered, motherfuc-
shards cut my hand, those lights now locked
behind the doors of simple tact
I nursed my wound and whispered lies
the heavens deafened to my cries
but looking down, I smiled wide
and fell upon my back
I’d just seen in that dire strait
a sight to make the heart elate
a reflecting shard, shining my fate
for the stars were in my eyes
It seems never to0 far was I
from the twinkling dreams that pierce the sky
in truth, the mirror told the lies
for the stars are in my eyes
