A Reflection Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

The hour glass of time
returns bits of me to the sea;
and it's these shattered fragments
that seem to whisper back to me.

'Who can know what is true,
or what is reality;
could be, LIFE is the illusion
and this, a distorted reverie.

I've pondered it all for sure
life must be something more;
serve some another purpose
perhaps on other shores.

Beyond our clouds of doubt and fear
maybe life is actually a mirror;
sparkling glass by some beautiful sea,
a reflection of light in eternity.