The Mirrors Of Time
Through the mirrors of time
Images from long ago
Fade imperceptibly, into one another
Suggestions of light
It is the beginning
And the shadow of things to come
Everything I touch
Is so far away
Yet closer than that
Everything I touch
In this enchanted stillness
Things of beauty
Are blended in perfection
Deep, reflective
Everything renders right
It is gilded filigree
Infinite tendrils of fate
Wound around the boundaries
Of time
© Ann Bagnall 2012 (edited 2020).
