Loneliness in the Piece of Mirror

there are no mirrors in my kingdom
only the crickets count
the changing moon
loneliness visit me no more
it flew away like a bird
in the early morning of June
just before the midsummer storm
I have no clocks
only the cuckoo‘s children
come to tell me that
summer is not endless
I have no glass ball
which could predict your fate
I only own a piece of mirror
and talk to it
my king
when autumn brings its rain