My frame of reflection
is not
dependent on
The View
I allow myself to see
nor does a  Candle
burn
for my eyes alone
to see
A frame of reflection out the window
a view as vast as the universe
or shallow as a shoe
for shallow is all we may need
sometimes
to save a splintering floor
from embuing pain
as white walls do not
reflect the things
we do neglect
simply white
is to see you didn't write
when your cup runneth over
for whiskey dreams
and Mountain Streams
go down easy
it's the trip back up
that will really
fill thy cup
up
with joy that comes
with  succeeding
that you are surely needing