I recall the dream, and in the distance I see my house of glass
my hands outstretched, I reach for it
but it is oceans away, where the waves fall
and where time ebbs more than it flows
where you and I have become the echoes of who we used to be
my heart is falling again back to the time when I was yours and you were mine
memories of you buried deep my heart
and the ghost of you weaves through the threads of me
my haunted tapestry, just a heartbeat short of eternity, as always, I hear the bell, I know it’s singular toll
a candle flickers in the mirror, and after all is done
only the broken glass remains
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 