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I looked in the mirror and I saw something strange,

The reflection of a ghost, that was me- But both were the same.

I stared for a moment- Then I began to ask his name,

He was mimicking my actions but something wasn't the same.

The room just felt different- Like something wasn't right,

I was viewing it with my eyes- But with a different kind of sight.

The room was filled with steam from the water that was running,

But the mirror wasn't foggy- Almost like it was telling me something.

I felt nothing else around me- I just stared into his eyes,

The craziness in my head ceased as I became mesmorized.

Never glancing off- Just concentrating on the reflection,

But it was so much more than that- I suddenly felt protected.

I almost felt as though he was telling me everything would be O.K,

But never saying a word- But I understood what he was trying to say.

I snapped out of my mesmerization- As the reflection became mine again,

I still think of that night- As being a sign from him.

Telling me that it'll be alright- That he'll protect me from danger,

Staring into his eyes, without saying a word- I had a conversation with an angel.







Michael C. Lucas