Kaleidoscope

I have a collection of kaleidoscopes ...
sitting on a shelf.
As I look into one made of wood
I can almost see myself
in the reflective mirrors that are within
with bits of red and blue,
and other colors of the rainbow
I can see when looking through.

I also have one made of brass
it shines so clean and bright.
And when I'm looking into the tube
it's like viewing a starry night
with tiny specks of sparkling gold
surrounded by the black.
And for a moment I can almost dream
that you are coming back.

My life is like a kaleidoscope
with all it's little pieces.
Sometimes I have the love I need
and other times it ceases.
When you touch me with your tenderness
or whisper in my ear,
the pattern of love begins to form,
like those crystals do in there.

Sometimes they are so beautiful,
when the pieces fit just right.
The patterns they make can "lift you up"
when looking into the light.
Sometimes they seem so ugly and dark,
as if they want to show,
that every thing in life can't always
be the best, you know.

In order to make the patterns shift,
the kaleidoscope must spin.
Our love's like that, for now and then
you don't allow me in.
You keep your thoughts inside yourself,
and won't even let me be,
like a kaleidoscope and try to change
what is happening to you and me.

If only you could see our love
as a pattern that may need,
some changes or a shift in gear
in order to proceed.
I know that it can be arranged
so that our love we can repair.
Let's give it one more spin and hope
the perfect pattern's there.

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