Thursday, 3 April 2014

Image In Mirror

The image I see in the mirror, it isn't of me 
That can't be me, once I was so youthful, now look at me
I touch my image in the mirror, the sparkling eyes still there,
That smile that drove the boy spare, still smiling.

But there's a touch of sadness, you can see in the eyes,
The sparkle that use to be there, trying to get out.
Punting on the river, it used to be such fun.
Walking rustling through the autumn fallen leaves rustling,

Kicking and rustling, as we made it a game.
As we stand underneath, the beautiful star night sky,
As we lay there, trying counting the stars, countless
Countless stars and when you'd see a shooting star

You'd wish upon, it wishing to be happy, forever happy.
But there's no such thing as forever happiness,
Happiness is what you make of it, finding happiness within  
The joy and the pain somehow intermingles,

The silences the long, long silences that drives me mad,
The eyes see the images, images I've painted on my mind,
As I chant underneath the moonlit sky,
Tunes from my childhood, as I sit here pen poised by my table lamp.

Reflecting where the years have gone.
The years has flown by, I guess I was having fun
Never stopping to think, what if, was it all a game
There were more good times than bad

Except when I lay there, nearly dying,
The blood loss within was it me was it, you
No, It isn't me, it isn't you, it isn't the time
Fade in fade out, fade in fade out, fade in fade out. 

                                            By Connie James

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