The Looking Glass

I wish to find the looking glass,
A hope born to a few.
To find that vase of reflection,
Off drops of morning dew.

A basin of pure fantasy,
Not found within our world,
But in this dream I will not err,
To pursue what I have heard.

“The future of humanity,
Is just one glance away.
You have to find the looking glass,
To save them,” he did say.

“Trek to the edge where tree line ends,
Close bordered by the sea.
In mountains you will find your strength,”
With quickness he told me.

“The rivers broad will guide you near,
The trails on which you’ll tread,
Through paths of winding wilderness,
Too few this route has lead.”

He claimed, “A door beneath the stars,”
Is where my quest would end.
“Behind this wall of latch and lock,
Lies that which all depend.”

“In you the world instills its hope,
Although it does not know.
Depart now and do not delay,
Or permit danger to grow.”

So now I search despite the doubt,
From peers surrounding me,
Who laugh and jest that I need to,
“Think realistically.”

I endure their ostracizing,
‘cause save the world I must.
I care about humanity,
So in this man I’ll trust.

I bring with me my walking stick,
To help me on this quest,
My hopeful mind, my devotion
To searching without rest.

For you I’ll find the looking glass,
Your future I will save.
For love of you and brethren all,
This journey I will brave.

-The Wanderer