“ Reflection ” ~ of man in decline ~

 

I look thru panes

In timeless settings,

Of windows framed

In their reflection,   

By spirits fashioned

Of unworldly landscapes…

 

There I detect

A man, tho but a spec,

Reflects in decline

A wary face

That could be mine…

 

As I look o’er

Thru delusory panes,

I can now see

That empty face,

Of wanting features

Be man’s reflection,

All but erased!