I am a dream
lost in the dark of the past
I come to you in shadows
falling into the night
in whispers and murmurs
clinging like an ache
from another time
I come in the pale dawn light
in the silent breath of morning
I am the brief reflection
caught sight of in a mirror
I am the thought
that fades too soon
in the whispers
and the echoes of the wind
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 