Through the looking glass

Through the looking glass is a dream,

Who am I to deem that this is all extreme?

I am here, but here I am not.

Through the looking glass I see her,

Skin kissed by golden rays,

a sea of emerald is where we lay.

She is me

I am her.

Through the looking glass a child’s voice rings,

running to me with laughter that sings.

Reaching me I hold him close enough to sting.

I fear he will disappear into nothing.

Through the looking glass I look twice,

then thrice to be precise.

What I see cannot be—it is fate’s decree.

Yet here you float to me,

and you are all I see,

a seirios in my galaxy.

But too soon I spoke for this was all fate’s joke.

Through the looking glass a crack cuts like streams,

You know the cruel music they scream.

And my dream—

me

myself

and I

are nothing but ripped at the seams.