Matters of the heart
hidden in the shadows of my soul
the endless tides of time
weather away my dreams
your face is near yet your voice is far
my memories losing their shape
I hold your gaze lest you should fade
and strain to hear the passing wind
that carries your whispers like a serenade
and as this dance draws to an end
the night slowly overwhelms the day
my memories like fallen leaves
are slowly vanishing away
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 