Unto The Looking Glass

Posted by Robert Anderson On Tuesday, June 1, 2010 0 comments

my ink amid the page immortalized
of thought i've dared to string unto with heart
the preciousness of time in all life's guise
lest at the end my paper shrouds in dark

when this does task my soul to fatefulness
in all my merest promise to anew
the whispers of the glory i profess
they stir from what this life had taught me through

so let the heavens high above take pace
at gracing me with all i might avail
tonight it might be hours i embrace
forever as the stars make way to trail

along the things that guide me on my way
by them i know that on my own i'll pass
beyond the things in life that lie astray
  i thought this all unto the looking glass

Posted by Robert Anderson at Tuesday, June 01, 2010
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