Reflection, deception, perception and lies -

Becoming so hard now to realise

With reality hidden far from sight

In the shades of grey between the black and white.

Reality, fantasy - pieces don’t fit.

Fact turns to fiction and fiction to myth.

A legend of honour , of courage and faith

Or one of deception, stagnation and waste?

So beautifully sterile, lifeless and cold

The imprisoning walls of my mirrored soul.

A quicksilver life of decay ruin and rust;

Within the bright mirror perpetual dusk.

Now something is lost or something has died.

Too late, the embittered tears that I cry

Are just crystal shards in the looking glass.

Just Diamond tears in a golden mask.

(Copyright Gordon A. MacIntre, May 1994)