…I see a face

Through dark lilac light
in driving mist, I walk the stone pathway
over the aching earth, in search of the sea
there is a sense of timelessness
and I wrestle with my thoughts
then for a fleeting moment, I see a face
mirrored upon the stained glass window of time
I see shades of light
and shadows falling from an open casement window
while fragments of the past circle me
and I tremble at the fearsome tones of memories
© Ann Bagnall
2015