Mirror

Under the shadow
Of a page unturned,
Lost in the folds of dried tears,
Retreating into the years bygone,
Those lonely, wilting shivers,
Like a long winter's frost.

Reflecting in circles,
Flaws upon the muddy crevices,
Of an old mirroring lakeside.
Sometimes the shifting clouds
Speak to the coy night star,
Whispers of a thousand unlit dreams.