Through the looking glass

Fall into the hole.
I can see it on your face.
It’s broken.
But pick yourself back up.

Say what you think.
Say what you mean
Hold it in your court.
Ricochet off your heart.

And into the color!
And into my arms.
Follow the road into the stars.
The ones we saw through the looking glass.

Don’t listen to the bird,
it’s lying.
The roses don’t speak
in the belt.