Dusty sparkles line the window pane

Gentle breezes flutter through the room

Reflections in the looking glass

I smile bitterly with the loss of remembrance

Morning dew sits on the grass outside

While birds sing their sweet, sweet song

I enter the past life

Where dream meets memory

I take a breath and erase the pain

Blowing off the grimy filth of the photograph

To revel distant forgotten memories

While I gaze in the face of my angel.