John Trani, Connecticut Songwriter

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                                    The Mirror
Through a dim shattered mirror---telling me from the look in her eyes
I would be in her story---now for me I could only ask why
Slowly raising her hand out---I could feel gravitationally
With a curl of her finger--- I could see she was beckoning me
Drawn- to her gaze---through the haze ---in the night
Lost – in a maze---there’s no way---I could hide
Drawing me ever closer---I could feel an electricity
Then a strange sweet desire—and her aura enveloping me
Feeling her touch---tender lust---ecstasy
Love-‘til the dawn---then she’s gone---where was she ?
How do I believe-did I really see ?
  was she really there---or a fantasy ?
    Taking me away---on her wings to fly
When will she return-will she come for me ?
  how am I to learn-what she means to me ?
   Now the fire burns-yearning deep inside
I returned to the mirror---hoping there once again I would see
She’d be there waiting for me ---with a one-way to paradise key
Drawn to her gaze---through the haze---in the night
Missing her touch---oh so much---now I cry
Now---longing for---here once more---stay with me
Love---past the dawn---to live on---endlessly