Darkness (Always The Wrong Door)

In an ever silent dream


For door after door

Beyond the trailing vapours

You can see the source


Weakly marking the path

The snow falls


Within the darkness

Achingly gentle

Always the wrong door

Where in the end

Any wind that blows

Has a trace of sadness

A fragment of memory

Still searching

For that door

From such dreams

The night has fled

On softly blue ice

Drifting with destiny

That door

That elusive door

Out of reach

Ever more

© Ann Bagnall


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