REFLECTIONS Of THE CENTRAL SUN
The eye of the mirror
The mirror of the eye
Two breaths as one
Beneath the Central Sun
Two angels passing by
In the ever changing sky
And we wonder why
The jagged edge of reality
Is but an illusion
Reflections in the water
Ever moving, never the same
Fragmented by the rain
Like images on a broken pane
Through glass darkly stained
We stare, blinded by the glare
That nothing is there
But what we see
And we cannot break free
From the chains that bind
Our minds
And our souls long
For the sweet silence of eternity
The serenity of infinity
Drifting aimlessly
Appearing randomly
One among many
Many among one
In the glorious light
Of the Central Sun
Copyright October 20, 1998 JGO/Spanky Mongo