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

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