A winding path with no destination
awash in the soft scents
of flowers and wet earth
it is cold here in this place of shadows
everything has unravelled
all that I loved, now faded from view
drifting like leaves, fallen to ashes
ever so slowly floating away
out of the dream that I peer from
the echoes of our footsteps
quietly fade away into the silence
with dawn overdue
my eyes fill with unshed tears
now in the mirror, I am forever
searching for you
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 