In the dream’s dim light
a soft touch upon my skin
whispers drifting through my soul
again it leaves me shaken
the threads of time are tightly woven
and I am bound to this dark place in time
this place of shadows
where a distant voice calls my name
almost melodious
soft as ashes on a carrying wind
again I walk this road alone
that always leads me back to myself
and it still calls to me
like the tides to the shore
ever enticing me back to the past
where all that is lost
is found once more
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 