birgitta_nell@y
08-20-2008, 01:19 PM
Locked, locked-
In a room tiled with mirrors;
Every glance of your eye catches your reflection:
A story bounding backwards through time
To mysterious spheres unknown.
Light! Oh, such light!
What shadows may be cast in this room:
Black and white memories gleam in your fading eyes,
As your mind travels away from the present
To a life long lived,
Now captured in a compilation of glass.
To swim through space and matter,
Feeling the icy chill of diamond stars;
Reflecting into the dark universe the sparkling colours of your mirrors;
Shine, shine on-
Spinning in a room tiled with mirrors.
In a room tiled with mirrors;
Every glance of your eye catches your reflection:
A story bounding backwards through time
To mysterious spheres unknown.
Light! Oh, such light!
What shadows may be cast in this room:
Black and white memories gleam in your fading eyes,
As your mind travels away from the present
To a life long lived,
Now captured in a compilation of glass.
To swim through space and matter,
Feeling the icy chill of diamond stars;
Reflecting into the dark universe the sparkling colours of your mirrors;
Shine, shine on-
Spinning in a room tiled with mirrors.