The unravelling night
Tides of memory awaken echoes
in my close held soul
Such a sweet subtle spell
the moonlight weaves
Here, where the sun used to fall
The moons’ silver spills
and paints the night now
Waves of grief roll over me
as I recall
© Ann Bagnall

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