Like the sunlight on a clear window, my Image appears,

Thoughts of yesterday bring a picture of you to my heart.

Wandering back to you is a place in my dreams at night,

Of the past it is a part of you, live do you in a piece of my today.

On lakes and rivers, oceans and wet grounds after a storm,

Reflections of a kind or memories brought to our minds.

Wishing, wondering about what might have been,

Backwards in time to watch what has gone by, time.

Mirrors are looked into and looking back are the faces,

Reflections of another kind, thoughts that we find,

Images of all kinds like being children somewhere back in our minds.

Keith Garrett