The Mirror Dimension
In the water reflections, it lurks
The moon at its peak,
and the air abuzz with
night-time insects,
heavy with the day's warmth,
Sleep does not come easy.
I wander to the water,
lily pads glow in the dim.
He waits for me,
kelpie bridled and in hand.
I know what awaits
the letting go
of home, and comfort.
For the mirror dimension,
in the water reflections,
it lurks.
And if I let go,
and take his hand,
gaze into his molten eyes,
and touch his jet black hair,
If we ride the bound water-horse
to the other side,
I may well be lost forever.
And would it be a dream,
that envelopes and twists,
in the world beyond what
dwells beneath the lilies?
Or will it be waking up?
About the Creator
E.B. Mahoney
Aspiring author, artist, and sleep deprived student. Based in Australia, E.B. Mahoney enjoys climbing trees, playing a real-world version of a fictional sport, and writing in the scant spare time she has left.
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