Things Not Yet Said
Hurried words
Break this silent reverie
Unheard before now
But still
I won’t remember them
The voices of unseen birds
Whisper to me
With their soothing song
These too
Are just a little indistinct
As time passes away
Those things
That are not yet said
Like shadows, become dragons
And now
They have taken me
To themselves
© Ann Bagnall 2013.
