…beyond the cool reflection

In the quiet hours
as the day sleeps
and the world sighs
I feel you near
in the piercing dark

beneath the mirror’s face
the wishing glass
a white shadow
shining and intangible
as formless as the future

the vision ripples
and then you vanish
a lost mirage
and I am alone
beyond the cool reflection

eyes as deep as wells
yet my heart keeps on seeking
hands on the frame
unseeing

© Ann Bagnall

** A poem from my book ‘I Am The Mirror Empty Without You’ published on Amazon**