The Shadow Of Things To Come

…the dark tendrils of all that we lost

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Through the mirrors of time
I see images of you
from long ago
now fading imperceptibly
into one another

there are brief moments of light
but it is just the beginning
and the shadow
of things to come

everything I touch
is now so far away
yet closer than that
in this unnerving silence

the joy of love
and pain of loss
are blended in painful

everything renders wrong
no gilded filigree
just the dark tendrils
of all that we lost
winding out
into the endless night

© Ann Bagnall

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

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