skip stones, sing or don’t

throw words sidearm at this pond 
to sing the glass picture of sky
we are given down here

they may skip graceful 
whishh swift rhythm off a flat sun
but always break the mirror
that in the first place called them

if i could only float one above
suspend it in air, reflected still 
it would join this frame of heaven 
and leave our love intact

but i’m not a sorcerer
and must be content 
to crack the world with song
or let it be and pass on
without a trace of what i saw