The crescent
lifts her shadowy veil
and the sea
is as deep as your eyes
inside I am unwinding
yearning to be set free
untethered
free falling in time
your soul calls to me
softly
always drifting
in and out of reach
and gazing in my mirror
I see a glimpse of forever
reflected
in my ever-restless face
there is a feather touch
across my lips
I feel your presence fade
and the rain keeps dripping
one hour into another
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 