Barb's Treasures

REFLECTIONS

I caught a fleeting glance
of seasons i once knew,
to soar on wings of eagles
to sit and worship you.

They came so slow
and fleeted fast.
They did not stay,
they did not last.

Was it me? Or part of me?
Or someone I once knew?
For now she sits with empty eyes,
and longs to look at you.

This empty soul once danced and sang,
where has she gone now?
Is she hidden deep inside,
waiting for the magic hour?
When once again she'll see your face,
she'll glory in your power.
Listen, and you'll hear her weeping
in the midnight hour.