Reflections In a Broken Mirror
I drink to where I’m going. I cry for where I’ve been. I’m a fire, softly glowing, but air is growing thin. The truths I once knew are now ashes and dust. My cherished beliefs are corroded with rust, and memories that grew like ancient scars now flatten out in these twilight hours. I once knew a woman and longed to be near her. She spoke to my heart but I no longer hear her. Memories are reflections in a broken mirror, shattered and splintered like ice during winter.
This would make a terrific song, Paul. But you would need the right singer for it - somebody like Leonard Cohen - especially in his later years when he dedicated himself more to his work. Yes, I can just imagine the great Leonard singing, with a rueful smile:
'I once knew a woman
and longed to be near her.
She spoke to my heart
but I no longer hear her.'
Memories are reflections
in a broken mirror,
shattered and splintered
like ice during winter…
Beautiful ❄️