GloMag GloMagMay2019 - Page 142

could you see through the hazy mist a shadow a silhouette of a forlorn figure have your eyes remembered and told your heart that I am waiting, waiting or did you pretend to be blinded by the glare mesmerizing your thoughts once I was part of the dreams in your vision you were the music in my soul the words in my song now I am lost in the distance beyond the sight of your horizon reflections are splintered like tiny shards of glass a place of broken promises 142