She stands just beyond the mirror

She barely whispers but I can hear her

Women passing want to be her

In the dark, still I can see her.

Patiently, the lady waits.


She paces in the corridor

Her footsteps echo on the floor

Behind her glasses, silent eyes

Watch the distant twilights rise

She taps her foot, the lady waits.


Out the window, in the sky

A brand new world passes by

She is much too strong to cry

Embraces night as daylights die

With her arms folded, the lady waits.


She stands dressed behind the mirror

She couldn’t be there any clearer

When I talk, she can’t hear me

Even though her ghost is near me

In another world, the lady waits.


…..the lady waits…..


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