Musing of Sorts
Mirror on the wall
I stand tall
Look into myself
I delve
And wonder
Who is that girl
A whirl sweeps me
I look around
And see
I’m in heaven
Nothing like an oven
I should govern
that it’s so wonderful
to be in a place
like this
Better than lace
I’m in a daze
I close my eyes
And open them
All the wonders gone
I look to one
idle face in the mirror
Oh me oh my
what a wonderful dream.