Like the sunlight on a clear window, my Image appears,
Wandering back to you Is a place In my dreams at night,
Of the past It Is a part of you, live do you In a piece of my
On lakes and rivers, oceans and wet ground after a storm,
Reflections of a kind or memories brought to our minds.
Wishing, wondering what might have been,
Backwards In time to watch has gone by, time.
Mirrors are looked Into and looking back are the faces,
Reflections of another kind, thoughts that we find.
Images of all kinds, like being children somewhere back
In our minds.