I am a silhouette
adept in the art of shadows
empty and weightless
resident of the void
belonging to the night
yet still I hunger for the light
consuming the pale spaces
my longing remains unsated
ethereal and ghostly
I drift
between the mirrors
I create
deep wells reflectionless
where I hide myself away
surrendering to the currents
as the sea changes her colours
in the dying echoes of the day
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 