Facial lines a little too deep
my memories growing faint, half-erased now by the years
even as I write, my hands tremble
even all the familiar things seem to cast no shadow
all the things I have ever loved are now fading from my view
and an endless weariness is encircling my heart
everything slowly unravelling, falling like autumn leaves
finding peace and rest, then slowly drifting away
with the meandering stream, nights are forever endless
and with dawn overdue, everything falls into ash
dissolving into the air and forgotten too soon
but even to the very end
my tired eyes closed filled with unshed tears
I am ever content, gazing at you
even when you are not really here
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 