Beneath every stone
secrets and lies
footsteps fall
into the emptiness
I follow in silence
petals deflowered
floating down
from the sky
in the distance
there sounds
a sorrowful cry
and as I approach
I hear whispers
of memories
that time cannot silence
your echoes still lingering
and in the darkness
of my defeat
I close my eyes
still hoping
that the ghost of you
will find me
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 