I was never looking for you
but serendipity had other plans
you drew maps and wrote promises
in phantom ink upon my skin
you slowed down time for me
and we danced on a pathway of stars
I followed you into the mists of time
but now it circles forward once more
time is now rushing away without you
the stars no longer shine for me
and the moon turns her face to the darkness
as if weeping with me at your loss
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 