MIRROR

MIRROR
12/30/96

Looking down on fading clouds
And all the images cast there by my eyes
The mind is the Picasso
And your eyes are only brushes
Your ears the quartet to accompany creation
The body a canvas of beautiful things

Kaleidoscope your life as your mind turns
Through these pieces of color around
And mirrors to make it look like more
You can turn until you like what you found
Life is not static
Why should being be?
Because if there is no beauty in anything you see
Question first your seeing
Cause when the world outside the window goes black
The window becomes a mirror