
there is a piece of glass hanging
on the wall
logically seeing, it is flat
and empty
however, it reflects a room
filled with many shapes and patterns
casting the illusion
of seperate touchable things
reaching forward, my fingers
stop at the surface of the glass
experiencing its one dimension
and optical illusion,
the many things are
one single thing...
an image reflected.
Your pen here though imprints lastingly with deeper meanings
Love & Blessings Vickie
Ron
Diana...
Regis