Old eyes searched a haunted image
With hands that shook he touched his face
Fearful he felt translucent skin
Like cling film wrapped on bone
Humbled he asked 'Who is this stranger'
I know this man I am sure I do
Time receded a blur
Friends from the past smiled in the bevelled mirror
With hesitant hand he touched yesterday.
Remembering, women with ivory shoulders
Pearls shimmering on beige lace
Red lips that kissed with ancient guile
Images teased his weary mind
While he searched his mirror for a forgotten face
'Who is this stranger'