BROKEN MIRROR

They all passed it by not looking on
Their feet in a hurry to shake it on
The dust underneath it, off it, covers it
Broken pieces still shining reflected to refine
The psyche of this dying soul its seed to sow

Not seeing what lay there but their hurry
To do something nothing can be done
There, where they passed, lie there
Not what ought not to be done
Broken fragments lie there deserted

What those precious veins fell for
The brave protected with their fainting breath
What wobbling feet went in search for four years
Losing friends and family, lies there
In fragments and in pieces, there deserted

On that lonely road in tattered silky skirt
A far away damsel stoop to pick
Not to patch but shine a piece
Just her cloth, an edge of a cloak
With all its dirt, brightly it beamed

Once it stood the master’s bed side
That perfect piece of pearl wiped and shined
A constant reminder of the Astra
Hanged away from the visiting eye
Their mind’s mind jealously to track

Fragments and pieces will no more neatly show
An innermost soul the dark will grope
Fragments and pieces now in a patch
How we left it loose, the pain
And its scars painfully will remain

What was whole, a guarded gift of old
Broken mirrors, in fragments and pieces
Hanged patched, scars dazzling
Reflect again the mind’s mind to revive
The dust that ever settled on it in bits