True Souls Portrait Writ Within Mirrors Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

why do so many
walk this world like
in a hall of mirrors?

make up dressed up
messed up wearing illusions
in footprint snows

checking or ignoring
untouchable reflections
in glass framed shows

mirrors can lie
tall short fat thin who sees
deep skin within

ego blows?

precious golden
bowl life is not a red ribbon
cut with silver scissors

mystic waters life ripples
with heart mind consequences
fate time exquisite delivers

look away look away
or bear image true souls
portrait writ in mirrors

entering time
flowing halls
of net mirrors


Copyright © Terence George Craddock