Reflections

Story ID:	3848
Written by:	Keith Robson (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:	Poem
Location:	Ashington Northumberland England.
Year:	2008

The trouble with reflections
Is they always slip away,
Like leaves upon the water
Drifting into yesterday,
Like Monet’s water lilies
In a misty mirrored sky,
They flower for a moment
But eventually die.

Reclining in a row boat
On a ghostly painted lake,
The flowers fade and vanish
In my gently swirling wake,
Just a silver sad reflection
Of a painting that I knew,
Like a half forgotten daydream
In my memories of you.

Propped against an oak tree
By a bubbling summer stream,
I seem to see you smiling
In the water’s hazy gleam,
And I try to touch your image
But you shyly move away,
Like the leaves upon the water
On your way to yesterday…