Invisible, you are out there in the dark
I hear your distant voice in my heart
the cold winds of the distant past
awaken inside of me, memories of us
the colours of my melancholy
in stark contrast to my beautiful reflections
reminiscent of wild winter storms
whose brushstrokes paint masterpieces
leaving only devastation in their wake
my still waters belie the presence of turbulence
for I have mastered the art of the mask
I am a virtuoso of playing the part
drifting in troubled waters, I am crumbling inside
the ocean waits below, deep and all-embracing
and now I am out here in the dark, invisible
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 