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