Staring through the looking glass
What has become of us, alas
Silly nuzzles, warm embrace
Now just tears upon my face
Oh wicked glass deny my pain
The agony I cannot feign
For lost in seasons gone before
The fading light, a closing door
My heart dissolves in cloaked despair
I wonder when, I wonder where
Will reflections lead into the night
To guide the soul away from light
And pay the price for love’s trespass
For staring through the looking glass
Copyright 2009 Patrick Granfors
Anna
Well done my friend.
Georg
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Although you do very well to hide behind your usual witty verses
and subtle cynicism-)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D