A Reflection and a Tear
Heidi Madsen
Slowly falls the restless wave, shining bright and clear,
Bringing toward the foggy shore reflection and a mirror.
The raging waves were turbulent, the mirror lost at sea,
The maiden and the fated ship no longer were to be.
The mirror last reflected her before that treacherous storm,
Into its glass the maiden gazed, looking so forlorn.
The shimmer-shining mirror floats closer now to me,
As it bumps against my worn-out boots, I pick it up to see.
The mirror shows my maiden; her name is Myra Belle.
I loved her long and dearly so - and who would not, pray tell!
I cannot live without her. I no longer wish to be,
For all alone without my love, true life I cannot see!
I fall beneath the surface, beneath the darkened sky,
Into the murky depths I breathe my final dying sigh.
The mirror now my image holds, for all the rest to see.
“It has claimed another life - first my love, now me!”
So now, my friend, be on your guard, for you can never know,
When the shimmer-shining mirror will come to meet you so.
Be always on the lookout for that charming death-filled mirror,
That brings within its salt-stained glass reflection and a tear.