Reflections

On a crystal lake-
I saw ripples of a fragile face,
and ruins of fragmented Sun.
on a night train window-
I saw shadows of a million fleeting stories,
only memories remain in fast moving darkness.
on a bathroom mirror-
I saw evolving lines and grey of time,
an unfinished specter by a cruel artist.
on a clear sky-
I saw clouds at the mercy of whimsical wind,
breaking a desire I wished to obsess.