On water smooth as glass sentinels stand on mirrored floors as they float on life's illusion.

 

there you are
a mannequin of my mind
real but not real
beautifully still

when will you come alive
touch my hand
open your soul again
show me the way

this is not the way it is
you are not an image
you are as real as the moon
shining all evening

you are no hard figure
it is my heart you touch
and not from a lofty perch
but from within my mind

if there is ever a day
perfection shines like he sun
it will be the day we spend
on a walk on the beach