there in the mirror
the image looks back
is it me
or only a reflection
deep in the eyes that stare back at me
i see a ghost
a past long dead
but still remaining
haunting me
begging me
another world lives behind those eyes
a world slipped into only with
the casualties of dreams
that other world
fragmented and torn
in dreams i reach out
grasping
but never quite touching
what i know is there
waiting
just beyond the mirrors beveled glass....
