Coming Home

I have come back
I do not know why
But I tell myself
I am drawn to the Opera House
But that is a lie
He has beckoned me here

The man who still haunts my dreams
Who sings inside my mind
I stare at the large mirror on my dressing room wall
Cracked and covered with cobwebs

My twisted reflection stares back at me
Uttering a cry of shock and dismay
I collapse to my knees
And I sob as my face
Presses against the cool glass

Still weeping I hear a soft voice
Close by
I raise my head and stare again at the mirror
My tear stained face looks doleful in the glass

I listen to the voice
Its soft, melodic tones soothe me
And I will for him to appear

As if by magic
I suddenly see a distorted image
Appear in the mirror

I cry out beseechingly
For him to take me away

A hand appears
I snatch it
Before it can disappear

As he pulls me to my feet
I step through the mirror
Into my Angel's arms

I close my eyes
And drift into a peaceful sleep
Knowing I finally am where I belong
In the arms of my Angel