She knows.
She always knows...

Moonlight plays its dreamlike games
across the surface of the mirror...

Sunlight streams through fresh washed glass
and dries the tears of rains gone by...

There you lay,
peaceful and quiet for now...

No more
And in the darkness do you see...

No one,
sees the light go out...

I watch you, as you walk away
without a backward glance...

Peaceful recollections blur sharp edges
as under summers sun time reverses...

A simple thing,
a fleeting touch of fingers hardly felt...

On rheumatic finger once slender and lithe,
Pearlescent gem still proudly resides...

The world turns
and in the blinking of an eye...

Today I caught my mind as it was
thinking of the past...