Silver is the mirror,
Where colours cannot run
From one into another
For silver it has none
Silver is a blackness
Which defies pure light to come
And when it does reflects it
Its image still as one
So that when you look upon it
Your face it will become
Not in silver, but the colours,
With which your face does run
Then with your world behind you
By light reflected one
Not in blackness, but in colours
You are colours of the sun
All mirrors do remind us
That colour is the light
And that they do not see us
In the darkness of the night
For colours are but energy
From the spectrum as it falls
On everything around us
Except, from silver balls
The colours of the rainbow
The colours in the sky
The colours of our galaxy
Are in a baby’s eye
Colours all around us
Enable us to see
That the world in which we live, is part of us,
Lifes chemistry
I can't agree enough with the comment bellow, WONDERFUL, Wonderful, Filled with love to the Earth, filled with messages, from the old coins in the desert against light to reflect the rainbow to call us to wake UP upon ourselves.'The Mirror'. Thanks for sharing Your Precious ART!
Everytime I come across your poetry I am spellbound. The penultimate and final stanza's entranced me! Wonderful!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting theme throughout this poem, one I have seen seldom explored. The presception of life's intricacy is intreguing here. Well done I greatly enjoyed this. xx