Under a bright moon, your face veiled by shadows
our hearts touched, we didn’t speak
life moved like dreaming, feeling a sense of the unseen
ever entwined, our silent thoughts slowly drifting
time stood still, suspended in this single point of eternity
forever framed to hold the moment
mantled in moonlight, most beautiful
that is how it was, how it ever is
a quiet softness, almost too lovely to endure
and still the beauty exists
the night is ever full of the emptiness of the heart
yet carries the promise of tomorrow
in the all-encompassing silence
starlit skies form patterns of eternity
you, for whom my heart seeks
what will time bring us
the next turn around?
you, whose pathway has always been merged with mine
gently haunt my dreams
© Ann Bagnall