…echoes across the velvet night

Whispered sighs
on gentle breezes
a soft brush
upon your cheek
slipping away
in the darkness

a quiet yearning
echoes across
the velvet night
slow-burning
it dies like a flame

too late
the truth reveals itself
only a touch
and we knew
a mirror of ourselves

the music of rivers
sings sadly
and sweetly
drifting through
the hourglass
of endless time

dreams uncounted
a single lonely voice
but we are only watching
through the passing
of the years

bearing a longing
for a meeting of souls
a blending of hearts
and then slowly
melting away

© Ann Bagnall