Moonlight struck the mirror
in the dreamy hour of night,
shattering it into a thousand dancing facets
spinning lazily down the luminous beam
to silently pool upon the floor.
Mosaic reflections like crumbling passages
Stared questing from their depths
whispering half formed dreams of ancient places and ideals,
before the winds of chance
brought wispy clouds to break the spell.
Like so many white fires sputtering cold,
dieing embers in forgotten realms,
for that brief moment reborn
on a single moonbeam in the magic of before dawn.

H.L.K 9/9/02