Mirror Of Illusions

My magician

this mirror 

you are holding up

is a mirror of illusions

and in it

I am made

beautiful.

I am carved 

out of nephrite 

and carnelian 

glowing in the sun

my dark hair

is veined with copper

and moon-white

my eyes as dark 

as the honey

made from lily flowers.

Build me a palace

made of mirrors, a temple

to light

where the spirit 

inside of us

is brought up

from the dark caverns

of the dead

and pressed 

into wakefulness

by your kiss.