The Mirror of her Dreams, to Scribbie

In the mirror of her dreams the world may turn
Reflecting the passions that in her heart burn
As she dreams of this world in the still dead of night
Reflecting like a flower's delicate might.

In the mirror of her thoughts these soft forms arise
Leaving us memories of the dreams they fly by
As she thinks of this world in the broad light of day
Leaving her thoughts in the words she may say.

In the mirror of her soul there is only a glimpse
Of the subject therein which you'll never see limp
As it rests there so peaceful at the bottom of her heart
A clearer image for its mirror twill never depart.

In the mirror of her dreams her heart may turn
Reflecting the passions that brightly there burn
As she dreams of the world as perhaps it should be
Reflecting to all the hope that she sees.

~Mica, Feb 10th, 2002