…into the ebb tide

Image: By Joanna Wedrychowska

Unmoved by fate
the darkness sings to me
echoes of voices
I’ve never heard

days vanishing like dew
fading visions
vague and ephemeral as mist

veils between the aching voids
like a sweet clinging vine
the night winds around me

and in my heart
the leaves are falling
into the ebb tide with me

drifting gently
into melancholy

© Ann Bagnall

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