Tonight I sit on the chair
And at the window stare
My ghostly reflection stares back
Reflected in reality shown on black
Does it reflect me or I it
A ghostly tree moves, by an invisible wind hit
No thoughts it has controlled by me I think
Which is the reflection, it or I, my sanity sinks
I look at my dog as comfortably it lies
What dreams and thoughts lie behind those eyes?
Its language is alien to me at least
But it knows part of mine, the dumb beast
Sad soulful eyes it has its way
For the dog master and his carer another day