The Lost Hours


The Lost Hours

The lost hours

Tumble in from beyond

Rivers

Of blackened silk

Envelop me

The whispers

Of approaching night

For a moment

Create a sombre mood

But the moon

Turns cobwebs into gold

Ever transforming

The endless trickle

Of the sands of time

© Ann Bagnall 2018.

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