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.