The crescent lifts her shadowy veil
and the sea is as deep as your eyes
inside I am unwinding
yearning to be set free
untethered, free falling in time
your soul calls to me softly
always drifting in and out of reach
and gazing in my mirror
I see a glimpse of forever
reflected in my ever-restless face
there is a feather touch across my lips
I feel your presence fade
and the rain keeps dripping
one hour into another
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 