Reflections..
As I sit here, by the water's edge...
Surface as still, as a looking glass...
My thoughts become reflective too..
as Future and Present, links with Past...
Cerulean blue, I see above...
reflected too, in waters sheen...
As if the very sky itself,
is just below this liquid stream...
Mirrored image of my face...
I can see so clearly here...
Then a breeze's soft caress...
distorts, and makes me disappear...
In this water, I can see...
as if it were a crystal ball...
I see the child, and adult there...
A lifetime shown, the highs, the falls...
Birds are singing, in the trees...
The sun's reflection sparkles so...
As if a million diamonds placed..
making this lake-like water glow...
Bouncing off the surface smooth,
I need almost, my eyes to shade...
A thousand glints that then reflect..
the colours of an Autumn Day....
Copyright Photographic Image/Poem Beverley Borresen May 2011
Surface as still, as a looking glass...
My thoughts become reflective too..
as Future and Present, links with Past...
Cerulean blue, I see above...
reflected too, in waters sheen...
As if the very sky itself,
is just below this liquid stream...
Mirrored image of my face...
I can see so clearly here...
Then a breeze's soft caress...
distorts, and makes me disappear...
In this water, I can see...
as if it were a crystal ball...
I see the child, and adult there...
A lifetime shown, the highs, the falls...
Birds are singing, in the trees...
The sun's reflection sparkles so...
As if a million diamonds placed..
making this lake-like water glow...
Bouncing off the surface smooth,
I need almost, my eyes to shade...
A thousand glints that then reflect..
the colours of an Autumn Day....
Copyright Photographic Image/Poem Beverley Borresen May 2011