Shattered Reflections

The shattered reflections of an art,
Thrown carelessly unto the wind
Crystal shards of hopes and dreams
Lie unprotected, shining in the sun
The delicate remains of an icy blue
Are close beside them in the grass,
Linking and shunning their brethren
As the eye of the heavens gazes on,
Noticing without a care what lies broken;
While clouds rolling lazily
Across the great blue sky
Never take in the scene below them.
The shattered reflections of an art
Are joined by more broken illusions,
The images of the possible tomorrow
Now forever gone from their unseeing eyes
The field of time is littered by
Glassy fragments of dreams,
Whose crystal surfaces no longer
Reflect the breaking dawn . . .