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