The crescent lifts her shadowy veil
And the sea is as deep as his eyes
Inside, I am unwinding
Yearning, to be set free
His soul calls to me, softly
Drifting in and out of reach
And gazing in my mirror
I see a glimpse of forever
Reflected, in my ever restless face
There is a feather touch, across my lips
I feel his presence fade
And the rain keeps dripping
One hour into another
© Ann Bagnall
