Reflections

I search inside and find your ruddy face
fast ease away but feel you rise and stare
Reflections in the window take your place.

Now news is made of creased and ruined flesh
despoiling freedom, innocence consumed
I search inside and find your ruddy face.

In retro dreams you touch youth through a lens
and I oblige, a child plucked out of time
Reflections in the window take your place.

Those ten familiar fingers preen and groom
and worth is stitched up in a spangled dress
I search inside and find your ruddy face.

Now meet a woman stronger than your guile
so tiptoe not, but should she drop her guard
Reflections in the window take your place.

It’s something in the coat or of the eyes
Not you, but of an age – and one more time
I search inside and find your ruddy face
Reflections in the window take your place.