Tiny mirror of the sky,
    Made trembling by the rain;
                 Scattering like fallen pins.

  Tiny mirror of the sky,
       Jilted by the silver moon;
                    Dawn cocooning a cobweb,

Embracing the scene like a loving womb;

Capturing it mid-flight without it knowing.

And neither of the elements (the skinned sheds
Of ancient element skin) knowing if they shall be

   Constantly floating, coasting freely trapped forever after.