Moonlight glides into my room, like quicksilver
My window stands open to the sultry southern breeze
As I sit in front of the mirror, staring
It is not I reflected in the smooth surface before me
But a rueful smile, a sparkle in eyes of silver-blue
A face of uncommon manly beauty
My mind retreats to a time when all things seemed possible
When you were here beside me; my savior, my muse
Before you stepped through the looking glass.
Your hair reflects the tarnished gold of harvest-moonbeams
You smile that smile and your eyes find mine
Across the vastness of eternity
I feel you; in my heart and my soul, you are there
I close my eyes and you fill me with the essence of you
As in my dreams you come to touch me
Your image fades as a single tear runs down my cheek
I reach to brush it away … but I still feel you in my soul
And I glance out the window at the mournful moon.