In my soul I am a rambler
I live my life without a map
creating my own pathways
leaving only fragile threads
of my existence
shifting restlessly in gentle winds
I look to the sky and see
the poetry that she writes for me
slowly drifting with silent clouds
beauty unravelling in silver streams
the grass soft beneath my feet
the distant whispers of the sea
each moment a precious jewel
silently painted in gentle brushstrokes
upon the tapestry that is me
the unheard hymns of my heart
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 