A lonely figure left in the ripples
A reflection better in glass
Trumpet sounds of nothing around
The silent vocals of brass
The children laughing; going wrong
Another world that’s in the pond
The single strider sees his own reflection
In this silent place
Images beatific for nothing specific
To look upon a strangers face
The tears that collide to combine
The reflecting pond turns to a shrine
The man he sees, from the boy he’s become
A life lost in his mind
Reflected upon the reflecting pond
Things he’s left behind
Crow crossed emotions finally fade
The reflecting pond reflects no more today
Eric Andrew James
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-reflecting-pond/
