Baronhawk's Nest

Across the spectrum of light,
I see my likeness appear.
Upon surfaces that reflects,
a landscape in reverse temper.

Dancing on shining mirrors,
its moves dazzles the sight.
Tiptoeing on sparkling waters,
its grace reflects the light.

It hides in shimmering haze,
that flickers to follow the heat.
It rides the puzzling mirages,
that the desert tries hard to keep.

Though it shines, it dazzles,
sparkles and reflects.
The portraits it painted,
are often only half correct.

Distorted by the lens,
of fate and happenstance.
The reflections are blurred,
by the dust of circumstance.

But crueler than the rest,
are mirrored in one's eyes.
The most poignant of tests,
the reflected image of one's selves.

Focused by harsh prisms,
upon the stark iris of the eye.
The weighted scales of self-criticism,
mercilessly measures by and by.