Gental Stream Poem by Troy Clark

I see my reflection
in the water,
Lines of age scar
pale skin,
Lips blue and cold
as chilliest night,

Glazed over eyes
stare back at me,
Deep pools of nothing
the only flaw in the
Perfect stream,

Ripples of water stir
at my touch; delicate
And smooth,
Long fingers paler
than marble caress
the wet substance,

Reflection is gone for
the moment,
Carried away by the chain
I created,
My face is disoriented,
The water drunk off the
bliss of the moon,
as it silently flows away.