waxing mirrors <br />in the rain, <br />have i gone insane? <br /> <br />stout, fearsome, mad, and ablaze <br />he conjures, super-crazed, these nefarious creations <br /> <br />until cool, mellow wells of comfort <br />bubble out and into a sappy finish <br /> <br />because she sings to me a silent symphony <br /> <br />after our brilliant conversation on love in love <br />shifted, like a dream <br />like ice that melts to the warmth, <br /> <br />towards tomorrow's frozen hues.<br /><br />Josh Terpening<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reflecting-8/
