Sonnet III: When I Remember All The Things You Were

When I remember all the things you were
And how you blinded everything in sight
My new reflections seem like just a blur
In mirrors vast I wish I only might
Clean with agents that were granted me
So that dreamers wake up all at once
But hands are restless, curious and free
And all I have is but one lucid chance
To write a notion which would reach so far
To show this world at every sleeping station
That you are not a moment's, shooting star
But a whole expanding constellation

Shine on, my beautiful recollection
Through my obscure reflection selection