In the depths of the dawn
and the stillness of a new morning
when the ocean crashes upon the shore
or rain clouds gather
as I watch the sun set
in the slowly falling twilight
in the quiet stillness
that late evening brings
in the whispers of the night
under the glow of a midnight moon
when the clouds cover her face
as the days grow to years
in the quiet moments
your melody still lingers
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 