Beneath The Mirror’s Face
In the quiet hours
As the day sleeps
And the world sighs
I feel you near
In the piercing dark
Beneath the mirror’s face
The wishing glass
A white shadow
Shining and intangible
The vision ripples
A lost mirage
And I am alone
Beyond the cool reflection
Eyes as deep as wells
Hands on the frame
Unseeing
© Ann Bagnall 2021
