Lingering in the peaceful hours
in the pale fields of mourning
trying to remember the songs of the sea
listening for the whispers
of the waves that used to call to me
tangled are the threads of memory
sparkling in the sunshine
enticingly disguising the threat within
the deadly venom at the heart of the web
diaphanous veils, desire’s gossamer trap
a filigree of fragile moments
shifting in and out of shadows
grasping at loose ends
delicately unreachable
a beautiful melancholy
drifting in monochrome moments
craving the touch of the light
searching for signs of you
in the mirrors of my eyes
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 