Mirrored

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Mirrored

When lone and solitaire within your chamber,

With lamp unlit, as evening shades unroll,

If you reveal the trail your thoughts are taking,

I then may read the riddle of your soul.

For it is then, the tired mind unveiling,

Drifts stark into the holy after-glow,

Within the hour of quiet meditation,

The tidal thoughts, like limpid waters, flow.