Behind the Mirror

Behind The Mirror



He could see her image, burning bright

In the mirror, through the glass

And he could not take his eyes off her

As the daylight faded fast



He gazed in wonder, as she knelt

In prayer and reflection

For could he tell her how he felt?

Could he handle more rejection?



Did she know her eyes, her smile,

Were all that he lived for?

And that he would walk a country mile

To fall down at her door?



He tried to think how life would be

If his world rolled on without her.

If she were gone, no more to see

No more could he think about her?



Imagining a parallel world

In which she never had existed?

The though crept into his brain, uncurled

Itself, but he forcefully resisted.



He knew dark hair would weave a snare

He knew that line, that song

But he abandoned caution, threw off care

And trusted he wasn’t wrong



She is smiling still, she’s looking good

And she’s making him feel bolder

And he would give her everything he could

If he could only just hold her



In his arms for just one minute

To tell her how he feels

In his pool of love, she’s the only one in it

It’s only her love that heals



Only the light that pours forth from her face

Warms him like the morning sun

And of every woman in the human race

She truly is the only one



Whatever fate would hold in store

Whatever mysteries life snagged them in

There is no-one, no-one he loves more

Than he loves his Mary Magdalene.