
a looking glass door
someone rarely ever seen
except behind lens

beauty’s all around
if only eyes were opened
with awe and wonder

a stillness at dawn
the whispers of the trees fall -
unheard on the dew

above looking down
what’s seen not that different
just the perspective
hidden in the reflection
the looker that’s always there

some day it’s easy
following the way of light
leads to love and peace