The Girl (From a Midsummer Nightmare)

living in the dead of winter,
living in the dust of stars,
living in the hollow space in my heart,
living like the angel from my Dreams.

she is the Girl.
black hair and bright eyes,
from my midsummer nightmare.
but she is no monster,
no liar or tricker.
she is the Girl.

there she goes,
by the piano,
tapping keys as she goes.
a new tune with soul,
yet it means nothing at all.
see something,
where there's nothing.

have i lost my mind?
or am i just biding my time?
where has she gone?
i think i need her,
this new Girl.
she returns to me, trembling,
and i will do as always,
wrap my arms around her,
with these questions on the tip
of my tongue,
but never will i ask.

these broken mirrors and broken smiles,
those cherry lips and knowing smirk,
it was always you.