I dreamed of no reflection, no one looking back at me.
I could see all too clearly, where
I'm sure that I should be.
I heard a voice that wasn't mine and it whispered soft to me.
I was your ghost, of what use to be, when the mirror once could see.
When days were warm and nights were short beside the sounding sea.
I saw your thoughts before they came and knew your hearts desire, but now I whisper soft and low through times and tides of mire.
I hope that when I wake today and stand before that mirror, that it sees myself, with all its flaws and only my thoughts remaining clear.