As time passes away
the things left unsaid
like shadows, become dragons
the familiar moments
break my silent reverie
unspoken and unheard
but still I think of them
and the voices of unseen birds
are whispering to me
with their soothing song
these too, are a little indistinct
and now, in the deepening silence
the fragrance of roses circles me
they have taken me to themselves
and I will remember nothing more
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 