Drifting Worlds

And this mirror of mine,
It splits the light in two:
Two worlds separated,
drifting farther away,
with the lights twinkling softly their resistance,
the wind blowing its kisses goodbye.
Take to the river, run and hide,
hope their is someone waiting for you on the other side.
Grasping at branches,
trying to float, keep your head upright,
just don't look to the other side,
You won't find them there.