…beyond the cool reflection

In the quiet hours as the day sleeps and the world sighs
I feel you near in the piercing dark
beneath the mirror’s face, the wishing glass
you are just a soft shadow, intangible dreams
as formless as the future
the vision ripples and then you vanish just like a desert mirage
and I am alone beyond the cool reflection
eyes as deep as wells yet my heart keeps on seeking
hands on the frame, unseeing
© Ann Bagnall