Annie's Poetry

Beyond the weeping curtain of rain
in the stillness of the night
upon the satin of dark waters
with the rising of the sun
they burn, the dreams of the past
at the whim of the wind they fall
as light as lost feathers
into the depths of the sea
thrown back onto the dripping rocks
where they melt and fade
into endless waves of night
in quiet reflection of yesterday
© Ann Bagnall
2013