The Threshold


The Threshold

This night has left a trace upon my skin

 A touch of long familiar dreams

We have crossed the threshold

And music drifts in every beam of light

My heart is released to the heavens

And belongs to no-one else

But now we must turn from each other

Towards the beckoning door

The ghost of your touch

Upon my shoulder lingers

Somewhere

The earth whispers your name

And a day must always end now

With the brush stroke of your smile

© Ann Bagnall 2013.

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