Sometimes A mere glance
Hits me like a lance
I drop to the floor
Like a fallen Moor
I think of old times
The wedding bell chimes
And is heard by all
and by you I fall
Yet there is no sound
When I hit the ground
Like a tree downed
If Nothing's around
For all are gone.
I see this mirror
At this very Dawn,
Alone in horror
By Jonathan Gunn
Hits me like a lance
I drop to the floor
Like a fallen Moor
I think of old times
The wedding bell chimes
And is heard by all
and by you I fall
Yet there is no sound
When I hit the ground
Like a tree downed
If Nothing's around
For all are gone.
I see this mirror
At this very Dawn,
Alone in horror
By Jonathan Gunn