Silver threads coddiwomple
through the midnight skies
shimmering corridors
embroidered with stars
a pale distant moon
drifting slowly to nowhere
echoes of the ages
whispers of love lost
and love found
footprints faded
names forgotten
shadows of memories
souls not yet at rest
both past and future
shifting in the shadows
no guiding thread
the path remains unseen
and the breathless dawn
paints everything
in her shimmering mist
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 