The waves of night sigh into the aching void
and yet your face is all I see
and your voice is all that echoes back to me
never alone, I can still feel you
in the quiet corridors of time
I hear our song on the echoes of the breeze
drifting back into sweet unfathomable dreams
I walk the halls with all my ghosts
sorrow has taken the stars from me
those ever burning candles
their last flames now wither in the wind
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 