The distant stars
that once whispered
their secrets to my soul
are now hidden, cloaked
by the veils of the night
I am longing to drift
like an orphaned leaf
carried upon the wind
or drifting upon the sea
where sorrow fades
into the morning mist
but I remain here
captured in time
waiting for the light
to bleed through the cracks
and melt the ice
from my broken heart
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 