Eyes glinting like glass
something moves out of reach
where even the light
cannot illuminate its presence
echoes, soft as the wind
brush against my skin
it remains un-named
but in the moment
I know it is you
forever my guardian
the night holds its breath
as your unseen presence
watches and waits
at the edge of the dawn
slowly fading into the shadows
quiet and graceful in retreat
once again the memory lost
before it was ever found
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 