How exquisitely I take myself  to pieces
Only to ravel up the yarn of my own misgivings so that I am able to try to understand the puzzle put before me.

When you look in the mirror
What is it you see?

Please forgive me
If I step off the edge of reason
There seems so much to say
And such little time.

The grandfather clock strikes 12
Tom’s midnight garden takes  us back to the moment just before we first met.

I may just turn and walk away this time.

I learnt that if I step side ways
I can observe without having to participate in this crazy game.

I will follow the fallen leaves into autumn.

Where was it I hid my conscience again ?
I seem to be unraveling
Mind wanders as I drift upon the frozen memories of some obscure happening.
Please let me ride on the hushed whispers of spring.
And when Tom awakens from his dreams I will bask in the summers rays and warm you with my ever ending love.

The garden of my soul is singing
For was it not a beautiful sight
When I was able to unravel the meaning that sat  just passed the  horizon in your deep hazel eyes.

When I understood the answers to the questions.
When I stopped and thought for just one moment
I realised
That the reflection in the  mirror was nothing but an illusion.