Sweet recollections
dawn fills with colour
a well-practiced deception
I search my memories
aching to remember
haunted by dreams and silence
and the echoes of shadows
in the embrace of vacant space
there is little for me to find
just empty frames and ghosts within
darkness built on darkness
and I let it carry me away
as the music of winters’ violin
fills my aching soul with light
now empty is forever my art
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 