Here in the mirrors of midnight
circling in the deep waters of loss
from the fragile dark
I feel a haunting
a burning in my poet’s heart
the weeping wind brushes my skin
cold numbs my pain
silence brings it back again
and in the gathering shadows
you write my name

© Ann Bagnall

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