Again the call from within
through many nights I have waited
for the whispers of a forgotten dream
between shadows and sleep
the silence has its own voice
drifting in the path of falling stars
fragile beyond all embrace
yet still, it engulfs everything
even my breath lies quiet
not heard amidst the sudden rush
of the sounds of distant years
the endless play of time
but here is also another ending
into the deep darkness of night
your echoes fall, fading again
leaving me drowning
in the shallows of morning
our dreams drifting with the rain
never grieving, the days of silence
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 