The silver orb reflects what gold donates
As mirrors turn around what light presents,
Yet never pierce the outer ornaments
That twist the core that lies beyond the gates.
The waves disrupt all sights the lake creates;
The drifting mirror nevermore relents.
Beneath the glare wait hidden elements
Though frozen images betray still traits.
With passing time reflections change and age.
They're never still until the watcher rests
Though mirrors surface offers constant stage
Like secrets they concealed within their breasts.
A practiced eye does not unveil their mind
Until profane illusion strikes them blind.