The Looking Glass

From the book of poetry 'Animal Souls' by Michael Fisher

I heard noises last night 

From a room at the end of the tunnel

Visions on shattered glass

Impressive, innocent, white

Fresh footprints on dead grass

And children in some sort of huddle

Let me recall that night

I must feel the pain so I can be free

I had that dream last night

Children under water

Innocent, drowning, white

Young life under glass

Shattered memories from the past

Let me recall that night

I must feel the pain

So I can be free

I wait for the night

From this room I cannot leave

Innocent, lonely, white

Looking through covered glass

We go many places

We see the same faces

Let me recall that night

I must feel the pain

So I can be free

So I can be me