…into the mirror

Endlessly drifting in a stony place of hurting
this is my shell of glass and rain
I am standing alone only coloured by myself
the echoes of a day, an hour, slide into nightfall
morning lingers just beyond reach
I see the ashes of another warning
echo across emptiness as playthings of the wind
gentle words fall heavily upon this place
the moon’s face rising in black branches
like the storm you stay but a while
but in the light of your eyes the doors of forever are opened wide
we step into the mirror with nothing between us
to where self and image collide
in you I drown and all my senses swim
dream into dream, breath upon breath
©Ann Bagnall
2012