Again, we dance
like autumn leaves
tossed upon the wind
soft music drifting
echoing through time
a gentle illusion
shadows shifting
in the unquiet night
whispering secrets
into the emptiness
your eyes are the dark pools
in which I drown
flowers of glass
reflecting everything
and also nothing
after all that was lost
just one brief moment
of imperfect harmony
and the leaves still falling
cold and silent
in their slow descent
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 