Time is melting away
like ice melts from winter
I watch the gathering night
as always, with trepidation
restless and uneasy
as I wander into dreams
where, as always, I know
I will face my shadows
and what was once lost
will be mine again
until morning comes around
and once again I am falling
darkly into myself, into the depths
pain ripples in all directions
tremulous motion, where finally
the threads of you find me
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 