Skye

Once upon a bright lit plan­et
Shin­ing bright­ly in the Skye
Beam­ing down reflect­ed light
from night there way up high

The mir­ror spins in all its glo­ry
cap­tur­ing in it the sparkling sun
and turns the image round and round
send­ing it back down the line to nun

For a light that begins upon it’s jour­ney
Encoun­ters mir­rors on its way
though they once said I am the light
it may yet dawn a  cloudy day

As above as so below
or so they said to me
but as long as there is north and south
For every he there must be a she.