#WritcoPoemPrompt53
A silver mirror kept in my room,
showcasing everything in an impartial way,
It lits everything with it's silver gloom,
when it gets hit by the golden sunray...

Reflective when there's even a dim light,
Dark when there's only blackness,
Glimmer glimpse of the memories for cite,
let me know if you notice the fakeness,

You never meant aside from what you espy,
Can you show me the child embracing his love?
And a keen woman working on her antsy,
A girl wearing a mask naive as a dove,

Ah!I noticed the things,I haven't explored,
Whispering the dreams of the once admired,
In hushed tones, their love restored.
A never-fading coulisse again transpired,

In real you showcase my room,
But secretly we are migled to wander,
The lands of dreams and reality boom,
Inner and ethereal schism straying at yonder