One Hour Into Another

One Hour Into Another

The crescent lifts her shadowy veil

And the sea is as deep as his eyes

Inside, you are unwinding

Yearning, to be set free

His soul calls to you, softly

Drifting in and out of reach

And gazing in your mirror

You see a glimpse of forever


In your ever restless face

There is a feather touch

Across your lips

You feel his presence fade

And the rain keeps dripping

One hour into another

© Ann Bagnall 2013.


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