Lines from the Mind

Your browser does not support this audio GOLDEN MASK - Credit: Wikipedia Once I eternally slept nightmare tossing, dark traps sprung, death tonnes of pyramid granite fell on tunnelling robbers. I silently laughed but they relentlessly came for my riches. I am Mighty Pharaoh Army surrounding, protecting me, Servants entombed alongside ready for my royal decree. As robbers break last barriers I command; Disconnected Failed None responds My wealth plundered with pitch tar torches and scrabbling fingers, Even my face lifted in triumph Gone... Stolen security. Dreams now wrapped dry warmth again, Sensing walls once more Prying touching fingers, Unknown words painted on walls around, crude, not like the picture words that gracefully adorn my bandages, A tomb solid but disgracefully invisible like an empty soul window, They tap on my walls but so close to touching me they turn back. I laugh, The God's smile. I am stolen yet slum...

I lifted my right hand He lifted His Tears formed in my eyes He cried with me I smiled and His smile gave more I pulled a face to laugh at life, He laughed too for He created life. Reflections.... sometimes too much too personal too questioning too complex The hammer stole from my pocket I smashed, shards exploding, to find something else Behind the mirror, blankness The broken scatter spoke from the floor, "You are created in My image." I swept Him up, Carefully, so as not to hurt myself. Mirror pieces, rubbish hidden.