By the still blue water she does quietly kneel.
Stares intently at the reflection; illusion or real?

She reaches out and gingerly touches the face,
That looks strangely puzzled to be in this place.

Her fingers trace the tears the ripples now hide
As down the pale cheeks they slowly, silently slide.

Startled by teardrops splashing into the pool,
Body shuddering, she whispers, "silly fool."

As she rises, the reflection slowly wavers and dies.
Turning, she walks toward where the future lies.