The other side of the mirror speaks to me in dreams,
Of lives affected by my decisions,
The could have been,
Would have been,
Of children, who might have looked different, but never happened.
Not of regret, there is only one mirror.
That reflects a present … and past;
Written in lines on the face looking at me,
On the side that shows the choices
and path chosen.
The other side is perhaps greed,
To live more than one life,
Or to spread myself thin,
Or experience too many lives,
Never satisfied with the one lived.
Disturb yourself not,
For eternity will provide the answers,
Where there is no past, only a reckoning of sorts,
And the future is the present,
when all will be revealed not in regret,
But in perfect peace and harmony.