The Man From Behind the Mirror,
I'm waiting for you.
Please, come, take away my sorrow,
Without you I am so blue.
My graceful misterious dancer,
What is your name?
I hope you are not just a fantasy,
Imprisoned in mirror's frame.
You are my guardian angel,
Dressed in white suit,
Will I see you in the flesh?
I wish I knew.
Are you the man for me?
How can I guess...
Are you trying to break free?
My mind's in a mess.
How can I help you?
Do you need it at all?
How can I hear you
If you invite me to the ball?
You bow and take your white hat off,
Then jump, turn around in the air;
I might be right off my onions,
But think we could make a good pair.
I fancy you leaving the mirror
And giving me your white-gloved hand:
You'll be here for me to lead me
There, to your dancing land.
19/20 June' 2000.
Twilight dancer
© Copyright: Ника Бриз, 2006
Свидетельство о публикации №106022501524
Свидетельство о публикации №106022501524
Рецензии