Your Hand Is Ever In Mine


Your Hand Is Ever In Mine

A drift of dust shifts

Floating

In a soft breeze

Gently blown away

Like footprints in the sand

Erased by the tide

My memories are faded

Shapeless

Emptiness fills me

To overflowing

But gentle voice

Reaches into my thoughts

And my heart

Breaks wide open

Spills out in an endless flood

Here, where we have never parted

Your hand

Is ever in mine

© Ann Bagnall 2013.

 

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