Through the looking glass

I fall the mirror
my head passes last
I can't breath and no
sound comes through to me.
bliss

The cold mist of summer
the warm snow of winter
All becomes different here
and time is known to all
perfect

A maids soft blush, anger
A mans deep frown, joy
This place is my Alice
in wonder land.
peace

Then the glass brakes
I return home and
the cold of summers
mist is the warmth
life

Nothing lasts forever