Wonderlands

See through my eyes

And I’ll stare through yours back

Peering into the looking glass

Find what I lack

What is missing

A piece, perhaps two

Maybe three

Maybe dozens will make us

Feel finally free

To discover the falls

From the rise once again

Two journeys diverging

From whence they begin

Or began I suppose

Is the tense

I would use

When with rhyme

I dispose

And dispense with propensities

To disengage

Until all of those pieces

Again rearrange

In my head

And create

A new image of you and I

Twisted in fate