Crystal Clear

One night I found myself, in the waters of mirror lake;
Caught up in reflection, without sound or move to make.
The surface still and quiet, the world a pane of glass;
Frozen in the moment, no time could ever pass.
Such a lucent clarity could never be described;
A beauty that, once broken, could never be revived.
I knew that at the lightest touch, a tremor of the hand;
The whole of it would shatter, the glass would turn to sand.
Curse my frail humanity, I willed my hand to stay;
But the mirror turned to dust, the image blew away.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s