The mirrored reflection of what I am not. <br />In our dreams our battles are fought. <br />Heavenly feelings humanly sought. <br />The mirrored reflection of which I have wrought. <br /> <br />Wishes to be had that our fantasy make, <br />Tendrils of thoughts my musings do rake. <br />The mirrored reflection of my silver lake. <br /> <br />A figure, an outline shadowed by sun, <br />with presence of substance coutenance is shun. <br />My mirrored reflection of which there is none. <br /> <br />A wisp returned in the cool echoed air. <br />The image appearing and at me did stare. <br />The mirrored reflection of which I don’t care. <br /> <br />A wraith from dead not to explain. <br />Blackened soul, white to attain. <br />The mirrored reflection which comes yet again. <br /> <br />A shivering, glistening shadow I relate, <br />The suns golden rays it does await. <br />My mirrored reflection of which I do hate. <br /> <br />A likeness of unknown specter does hide, <br />In the recess and darkness of a divide. <br />A mirrored reflection which to me lied. <br /> <br />A portrait drafted in a dark sea, <br />Shining and dusky, a figure of me? <br />My mirrored reflection of which I do plea.<br /><br />Ronald James de Langen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mirrored-reflection/
