Looking through the mirror
At my utopia
Dreaming of her, whispering into my ears
Her voice so soft and smooth
Her words so tender and warm
Yearning for her touch
Just the presence of an angel
The presence of a lost one
And the one of a brother
The one who passed on to the world of ghosts
The world where no scream gets through
The twin person for confiding
Looking into the mirror
Watching the scarring in my deep blue sea of an eye
Watching the troubles of the mind.......
And then i blinked
