Poem: The Oracle in the Mirror

The Oracle in the Mirror

A glass reflects both truth and lies,
A silent gaze, a thousand eyes.
Beneath its surface, deep and clear,
The Oracle whispers, soft but near.

In moonlit depths, its secrets dwell,
A shifting story none can tell.
Each glance a riddle, each breath a dream,
Of futures tangled, lost in the stream.

The mirror hums with ancient grace,
Its frame the doorway to a place,
Where time and thought are intertwined,
And every question, truth confined.

It does not speak in words or sound,
But in the silence, answers found.
A glimmer here, a shadow there,
The answers are hidden, yet still declare.

For those who seek with an open mind,
The Oracle’s words are never kind.
It shows the path, yet veils the end,
A journey twisted ’round the bend.

But in the looking glass, beware,
What stares back is never fair.
It’s you, and yet not you at all,
A mirror’s depth, both great and small.

The Oracle in silver frame,
Knows no one ever leaves the same.
It asks the questions we must face,
And leaves us wandering in its grace.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie