Through the looking glass

Reality is ghostly in kingdom of the looking glass.
There is a danger for me: to face with a cold reflection,
Burn my heart with icy breath of the unknown, trying to pass,
To let distorting mirrors joke with my imagination.

I'm afraid to believe my eyes - what if they could have lied?
Such a wonderful world in those mirrors, but dare I dream?
One day before me appeared a brave, beautiful knight.
But alone we can't overcome the maze of crystal walls, it seem.

If suddenly someone touches the magic glass and it shatters, -
My heart will also break into pieces like a mirrored wall.
And that stranger will laugh in response to the ringing splinters,
Say haughtily and dryly: "I'm not in your life at all...".

I'll collect the fragments of broken hopes for a century
And will not look for fate in mirrors again - this is extreme.
I know, the looking glass beckons to world of the reverie,
But soon the hero of my tale will leave, like a night dream...