The Enchanted Dreamer

He was turning

And you could see him panting heavily,

He had a lot on his mind,

He was mentally troubled.

The brevity of life seemed to have dawned on him just now.

His heart was hovering,

He got in,

Broken Mirror

Pastor, its not that i cannot see, its that i still see his image,

beyond the brokenness of the mirror,

even in the dark.

i promised myself never to do this

never to let him back in

he came in anyway.