After all is lost
the silence of reflection
whispers low and close
vines twisted about themselves
holding fast to memories
my dark mirage
reflected in the mirror
the keeper of unseen reflections
and unanswered questions
is finally crumbling to ruins
now just dust upon the wind
I am longing for something
that my heart already knows
dreams I have been keeping
hidden in the shadows
the pictures unpainted
and the songs unsung
now slowly unfolding into light
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 