Looking Glass
written by Gary Marks © 1988 Arewea Co. ASCAP

Their sun was wildflower yellow by day
their moon would whisper and change its shape.
Their planet was jewel-bright blue and green
where wind would sculpt circles from everything.

Many people soon were born. Like the clouds their souls
were torn. In their minds a mysterious message was heard:

All that is left for us in the end is a looking glass.
All that we can ever know of freedom and the loneliness.
The story unfolds by holding up the looking glass.
What can we see?

Sixty centuries came and went,
the mirror was polished but looked at less.
Some dared to sense beyond their skies,
some believed fables that died with time.

Changes came both fast and slow like a second hand
while the hours go, like the ocean and bubbles of foam
on the shore. They said:

All that is left for us in the end is a looking glass.
All that we can ever know of love and of the loneliness.
The story unfolds by holding up the looking glass.
What can we see?

And now as I journey back to our land
I can't help thinking we're much like them:
space and time dotted with minds and hearts
no one can ever see all the parts.

All that is left for us in the end is a looking glass.
All that we can ever know of freedom and the loneliness.
The story unfolds by holding up the looking glass.
That's what I see.