look at me
looking at you
our eyes do see
a mirror of truth
look at me
looking at you
our eyes do see
a mirror of truth
face to face with oneself
you see only the manifestation
Turn to face me
one last time
so I can remember
the remark you made
still haunts me
as do these long days
without you
cold light of the moon
shines down upon me
frost bit grass
lies under my feet
I feel the winter wind
but do not hide from it
let it pass over
to remind me of her face