AT THE DAY'S END
At the day’s end
when the water grows
still
and the magic mirror
appears,
look for me.
I’ll be standing
beside you,
a reflection of your
thoughts
like gossamer clouds
shimmering in the
water.
I’ll be waiting for
you,
to wave once again
and blow a kiss,
until the wind picks
up
and I have to return
to the boneyard of
tomorrow.
The magic mirror. |