Observer

Life plays itself on a gilded mirror,

and we can’t help but watch.

Twisted strands of sentiment weave our tapestry,

A slab of obsidian stretching the length of infinity

And the breadth of existence.

We huddle, hearts and minds afraid,

But as falling tears shimmer with the glow of hidden stars,

The mirror breaks and catches the million shards of light

that pierce our core;

The darkness approaches,

And we embrace it with soft laughter.