I had a dream…
It was dark;
Illuminated by the flickering of a candle light.
And then, I saw her
Young, hungry; clad in nothing but rags.
Staring at the mirror
For some sober reflection, I thought.
Just then, the lady of the mirror appeared.
Her reflection
Dressed in luxury, a gown of gold,
Hair bounded up in riches untold,
Pale skin warmed up by rosy cheeks and lips
And diamonds, even for zips
She raised her hand to touch the mirror
To be one with this lady,
To have a feel of this lady.
But how could she,
With that transparent barrier of glass?
Disappointed, she bowed her head in shame
And returned, right into the smoggy shadows of hope.