…in fragmented images

A story told in fragmented images
ancient pages now fallen open
ivy clinging to stone walls
rose laced trellises, cobbled pathways
endless fields that stretch away
shadows shifting, stained glass windows
filtering layers of light and leaves
songs of the heart, whispered soft and low
the sound of bells calling from afar
a solitary candle safe from the breeze
yet still burning its life away
the cold hands of unseen ghosts
each touch conveys many unheard words
an unbroken cliff line, a kiss upon the wind
something feels incomplete,but it has already gone
hiding just out of sight in the dark corners of my heart
© Ann Bagnall