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