Gilded Reflections

Photo by CJ Rider

Gilded pond reflections,

What was up, is down.  

Reversing all the beauty,

The sky is at my feet     

Deep within the vision,

The inner realm of self.

Hidden aspirations,

Trails not yet traversed.

Blue sky at my fingertips,

I reach to part the gauze

One gentle-laden finger                                        

Stirs circles without end.

Just beneath the calm,

Tiny fishes swim,

Breaking up the vision

As their filmy fins fan out.

Not knowing, they prevail,

Then dive into the deep.

Shattered dreams splay o’er the surface.

I should have touched the earth. 

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