Our memories are intertwined

In my loneliness

Grieving for what is lost

I am caught in the darkness

Locked in the mirror

But time decrees what falls

And the colours of the day move on

Soon the wind will blow through me

And I shall take leave into the blue

To roam the endless skies

Like a tempest

In search of the face of heaven

That was so lovely

To find the face of hope again

And once more my sweet love

To look into your eyes

© Ann Bagnall