REFLECTIONS'


 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 ground after 
 A storm,

 Reflections of a kind, or memories brought to our 
 Minds.

 Wishing, wondering what might have been,


 Backwards In time to watch 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