The Secret Of The Mirror. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

There is a secret of the mirror,
A secret long and old.
A story of long passed lifes,
who did not do as they were told.

They haunt this house of mystery
and only come out at night.
And if you listen in silence,
you will hear their voices
as the moon shines bright.

Little whispers of times gone by.
Little creaks of the door.
A breeze from the window
scatters the dust on the floor.

Songs can be heard from the parlor.
The chandeliers tinkling away.
A shadow on the stairway
frightens you each day.

And then a look in the mirror
where you see your unchanged face.
You have been gone for many years.
Yet you still roam this place.

Lost in time and space,
Never to rest in peace.
You once looked in the mirror
the curse follows you with ease.

And no one can see you,
unless they look in the mirror too.
Then they will occupy their days,
Wandering endlessly out of view.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh.
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