When night comes again
I am without you
the hours pass slowly
pass with such restraint
they seem to trickle
like sands through the hourglass
trickling all night long
passing without a sound
like a living, breathing thing
it appears to be melting
wavering in the shadows
and then like waves
rolling into tomorrow
it advances and I feel its pull
I feel it dragging me forward
but my heart keeps falling
falling back to the time
when the roses were in bloom
I hear it whispering
gently whispering your name
and in my dreams
I am ever weeping
over such sweet thoughts
where now I am flying
with the nightingale
back to what I once knew
and back to you
© Ann Bagnall
2013
Annie's Poetry 