Monday, September 14, 2015

September 14, 2015 - 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.

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