…slipping away

Endings, a distant bell tolls, things decay
petals drift slowly, in their soft demise
like all our tomorrows, slipping away

trees, unaware the seasons will betray
unleaf themselves, into the waiting skies
endings, a distant bell tolls, things decay

now withering, at the edge of the day
lost to the wind and rain, their helpless cries
like all our tomorrows, slipping away

time’s dance, burning the dreams of yesterday
fading into night’s ephemeral sighs
endings, a distant bell tolls, things decay

tides not of our making, our sands give way
out of the depths, the final waves now rise
like all our tomorrows, slipping away

sorrow’s eternal embrace shrouds dove grey
bittersweet silence in painful reprise
endings, a distant bell tolls, things decay
like all our tomorrows, slipping away
© Ann Bagnall