by Therese Waneck
Great Giants marched before her
Awesome, towering and self contained
Laughingly she patted each one
On the back remembering her past
So starry eyed and now off track
She once flew above those towers divine
He courted her waiting for the magic time
Clothed in mystery she gazed
into the looking glass searching
for that past
Mirrored she sulkily strode across the room
silently filled with shadows of gloom
Such a trail she sought to mystify
Once she flew beyond those chambers
Divine
Now only to remain in the prism of his mind...
