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
Reflected
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.