Mirror of Time
In my dreams
I ride into the courtyard of
An old ruined castle
I climbed the rotting stairs
To the topmost tower
There I find what I sought
Standing dusty and neglected
Was the mirror of time
The key to my journey
Through the ages it has been
A signpost to the past, present
And possible future
Now it stands forgotten
In a mundane world
Only a chosen few may find it
It exists now only in the corridors
Of our minds
© Ceol
January 2nd, 2010 at 8:11 pm
Your poem ‘Mirror of Time’ is of a long-lost age now held in the dreams of the mystics…it is a calm and calling writing fairy-tale in its pleasing nature…you are the mystic standing on the tower of the ruined castle dreaming of what has been and comforted in the knowledge of what was.
Coastpoet