I suppose

Reflections collage on the silvered glass,
of the past perfect and the present 'tense' -
of the eclipsed zones, those shadow-lines
Like the locus of, a life's experience

Images rush... only to vanish!
With the sound of silence in the air -
Emotions shimmer like a wicker light,
Those vibgyor colors of my archives rare.

Questions echo, in the vacuums 'round
An equal music of a blue wind-chime
Story-board rolls, no action replays!
In a precious life-time, would hope sublime?

I move on, I stop... milestones create
Bitter-sweet flavor my symphony goes -
Under seasons of sun, a life is just?
A mystery, a puzzle... is all I suppose.