From your hospital bed
in your comatose state,
your soul was ensnared
by the prism of a mirror-world.
I looked into the crystal-image
of where you had gone to be.
I pleaded with you to undo
your iron-clad shackles
and walk through the mirror
back to the land of the living,
back to my heart and my safe haven.
How could I dwell in life up here
while you languished in that other place?
I slipped into the watered-pull
of time and of silvered promise.
I called out your name
with the deep well of love
pouring into the eternity of yours.
You could not see me
for you were blinded by the prism-lies.
Yet I shouted loud enough that it shattered
the glass pools of liquid time.
And so you stretched forth your hand
to grasp my hand with your faith
as I pulled you out to release you
from the quick-silver of your prism
into the expanses of living light,
into the powerful realm of agape's land.
My candle was lit by angel-powered hope
as I smashed the mirror into shards,
threw away translucent fragments
of your tortured and captive prism life;
then held you close in the arc of my loving arms.
This poem was inspired by a dream I had about my first husband being held captive in a mirror world.