Beneath The Mirror’s Face
In the quiet hours
The day sleeps
And the world sighs
I feel you near
In the piercing dark
Beneath the mirror’s face
A scene forever playing
In the wishing glass
You are a white shadow
Shining and intangible
As formless as the future
My outstretched hand
The vision ripples
A lost mirage
And I am alone
Beyond the cool reflection
Eyes as deep as wells
Heart seeking
Hands on the frame
Unseeing
© Ann Bagnall 2012 (Edited 2020).