To think about long days gone by
such thoughts now invade my sleep...

They come and sit upon the bench
Some old, some young, some in between...

Mirror, Sacred Mirror
Why have thou forsaken me...

Lovely dragon made of glass
Upon my shelf is where he sat...

It's Friday night, his paychecks cashed
He's dressed country, boots and hat...

A mischievious invader
Has come to EOP...

I am but a limb, shaken and broken.
Torn away from the tree of life...

Some people ask me what I think
when standing at the kitchen sink...

Into the distance, I humbly stare
Trying to capture a glimpse of your eyes...

They thought it would last forever
Their life they committed to share...

Let not a whisper
Of a lie caress your lips...

Under moonlit skies
I see a tear fall slowly...