…that only belong to me

Memories of water
lapping darkly against the sand
where the sea touches the sky
in the velvet night

a melancholy moon
looks on from on high
spilling her silver
painting pictures exquisitely

my voice is lost
in the songs of the waves
an ocean of stars above
a reminder of all that is hidden

the wind in the trees
lonely, sings like rain
and I sense there is sorrow
in her soft refrain

the night, conspiratorial
whispers low and close
sharing secrets
that only belong to me
© Ann Bagnall