The mirror is a still, clear lake
The world above begins to take shape
Trees stretch high, the sky bends low,
A perfect twin in the glow of the water below

But deeper still, beyond the glass,
Lie truths I never thought would last
A fractured self, feeling blue The parts of me I never knew.

The ripples come, the image blurs
A dance of light, a world that stirs.
Real and imagined start to align In the quiet depths since the start of time

In reflections, clear and cloudy
I find the world, and lose myself within I lose my self within

(c) words and music G Todd 2025