Mystic of Mirrors

Portraits hang under the sea
The mystic of mirrors
hands me the key

Dive in
swim another dance
The sea yearns for a cup of your trance

All the Jokers in spin
Juggle and sigh
as the wheels of convenience
slowly pass by

Under the sweet rain of reflection
All muddy and wet
The stains of life
are hard to connect

They are what they are
says the fisherman by the sea
as he pulls in another memory