Another uneasy night, listening
to the songs of the restless leaves
and the distant songs of the sea
after all that we have lost
one rose that none may pluck
forever hidden within my heart
it gently intertwines our two lost souls
and in the moment
there is a frail twilight breeze
and it whispers a promise
that echoes between us
and the colours of a sighing
are adrift upon the wind
©Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 