Night (The Lost Hours)

The lost hours, tumble in from beyond

Rivers of blackened silk, envelop me

The whispers of approaching night

For a moment, create a sombre mood

But the moon turns cobwebs into gold

Ever transforming the endless trickle

Of the sands of time

© Ann Bagnall

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