This gentle face shown through a scratchy glass

Will trick my mind across the bridge to walk

And catch my eye to stop when meant to pass

And leave me sprawled inside a frame of chalk.

The lines that break the sky and draw her smile

And bleed into the grooves and out of sight

Amidst my mind are lost but for a while

And carve a brand new meaning in this light.

I wonder if the glass could be undone

However fright’ning that the truth may be

To bring the gift of truth so better won

And lay my mind to rest as I can see

To look inside and peer upon the gears

Will only go to chisel in my fears.