A broken mirror suffers the journey of becoming.
The need to have a companion.
Offer support in the journey of becoming
The sacrifice of self
Celebrate differences in unity.
A Broken mirror in the journey if becoming.
Impregnated reflection, a feather adrift
Drunk in blue and green inks.
Wandering the streets of Bourbon City.
The Southeastern Wind in his savant petticoat whispers:
From mountains and valleys,
Let me show you the wonders of the Present.
Hold onto my velour purple arm.
In harmony, we sway like two honeymooners.
Rabbit holes cover the deserted island.
The white elephant hides his sorrows
under the breezy Baobab tree.
The three-legged chair works up his muscles.
Around the clock,
He withstands the weight.
He forgets his legs’ lamentations.
The little prince scratches his brain,
To depict what is painted on his retina.
Having not eaten for 7 days,
His retina must be high on oxygen,
Or merely hungry.
The eyesore ship ashore,
pregnant with treasures,
Yet to be discovered.
Be ready to debrief Saint-Exupery.