Broken Mirrors

The sweetest sound blowing softly in the air, When you’re outside crying life’s’ too hard to bare. Quietly listening to the beautifulness singing to my soul, Sounding like a symphony saying, “I’m here my love, you’re not alone. “Alone is not at all what you are….. I am the light coming from that falling star. I am your hair of golden locks, I am the sparkle in your emerald green eyes, I am the music sung from a tiny music box. No need to shed your brilliant diamond tears. Remember my love……… I’m beside you here in broken mirrors.”