Reflections

Deep tongues of light caress the edge, sharp rays that curve and blend to form a bow, that fractures into shards below the bend. As…

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Deep tongues of light caress the edge, sharp rays that curve and blend
to form a bow, that fractures into shards below the bend.
As chilling winds of winter call, those questions never asked
are masks with many faces from an unforgotten past.
Black shadows, stretching longer now upon a splintered stone,
remind us of the chances missed and love we’ve never known.

This thin veneer, a reddish glow that lingers. dull and dying
a simple ember, churlish thought, now worthless, vitrifying.
Its glassy husk, an empty shell, mere flotsam on the waves,
a remnant of the memories that reminiscence craves