Matters of the heart
hidden in the shadows of her soul
the endless tides of time
weather away at her dreams
his face is near yet his voice is far
her memories losing their shape
she holds his gaze lest he should fade
and strains to hear the passing wind
that carries his whispers like a serenade
as her dance draws to an end
the night slowly overwhelms the day
her memories like fallen tears
are slowly washed away
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 