Reflections

2009-07-06T20:11:13Z

They say that eyes are the windows to the soul; Look closely, they are also mirrors; Reflecting back what the eye sees; Back into you, twisted by the concave of the iris;

2009-07-06T20:44:48Z

Chris Sidwell-Smith
They say that eyes are the windows to the soul; Look closely, they are also mirrors; Reflecting back what the eye sees; Back into you, twisted by the concave of the iris;

They say never get between two mirrors; Your soul will be ripped from you; As a child I disregarded that counsel; Preferring to stand between them and gaze into infinity;

2009-07-06T20:24:24Z

Chris Sidwell-Smith
They say never get between two mirrors; Your soul will be ripped from you; As a child I disregarded that counsel; Preferring to stand between them and gaze into infinity;

I have always loved water; It appears as one giant, vast mirror; Deforming under the tide, the wind and gravity; Rarely still always shifting, the reflections warping;

2009-07-06T20:03:04Z

Chris Sidwell-Smith
I have always loved water; It appears as one giant, vast mirror; Deforming under the tide, the wind and gravity; Rarely still always shifting, the reflections warping;

I often wanted to visit that world behind the mirror; Everything looked so familiar but alien; I so wanted to be Alice through that looking glass; The physical key to that world eluded me ...

2009-07-06T20:06:23Z

Chris Sidwell-Smith
I often wanted to visit that world behind the mirror; Everything looked so familiar but alien; I so wanted to be Alice through that looking glass; The physical key to that world eluded me ...

But that world is closer than you think; We carry it in our heads right now; We look out though our eyes but; inside us we reflect the world through our personal mirror;

2009-07-06T20:02:11Z

Chris Sidwell-Smith
But that world is closer than you think; We carry it in our heads right now; We look out though our eyes but; inside us we reflect the world through our personal mirror;

But no mirrors are perfect (speak to NASA!); Often I return to a place to find my image of it; in my mirror has perverted the reality; I often leave these places confused, upset;

2009-07-06T20:36:53Z

Chris Sidwell-Smith
But no mirrors are perfect (speak to NASA!); Often I return to a place to find my image of it; in my mirror has perverted the reality; I often leave these places confused, upset;

But reflections are so ethereal; Untouchable, unreliable; The mirrors themselves hold their secrets close; And a mirror cracked is rarely healed.

2009-07-06T20:31:04Z

Chris Sidwell-Smith
But reflections are so ethereal; Untouchable, unreliable; The mirrors themselves hold their secrets close; And a mirror cracked is rarely healed.