Lost In Mirrors (Dreams Left A Calling Card) Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

Floating in the mist of tea smoke and rain
lightning flashed,
and I got lost.
Through haze
I traveled to lands distant
with moors, and castles, and the sea
I went looking in mirrors
smooth glass reflections rippled at my touch
altering, changing themselves
beginning and ending
in waves which call me gently
with desire and amazement.
Sitars strummed
familiar men beat drums
and I danced,
ignorant of all else
except my soft whispers
in the dreams of another.