Sometimes

The world of the looking glass.

Is so unreal.

And, yet, can bring real pain.

Then, you, sometimes, sometimes dream.

About that, auric, blazing star rise.

In the, thin boundary yonder.

And, as I gaze, upon your silhouette.

Cast upon the cold surface.

Listening, wondering, of the tales.

From the hearts asunder.

Then before, the rays' strength is at its zenith.

Silently, swiftly, gently shall my shadow fade.