My image is perfect

An infinite duality of reality

I am crisp and clear

No ripples mar my surface

With edges cut clean and sharp

Only fog, splatter, and tarnish can gray what’s reflected

Many stop to take a glimpse in me

To admire their own likeness

I capture what I see within my crystal trap

Their colors, shapes, and textures unique

Refracting light displaying rainbows of life in my prism

My silver grasp clings to them before they fade

Never once do they stop to wonder or question

Perhaps there’s more under the surface

If they searched my gilded depths

Would they find me?

I’m destined to always display another

Remaining clear and void of anything beyond what I can see

The beauty of this beholder chained to the beauty reflected of others.