A flame flickers in the mirror
and in my mind I reach for it
I take one tentative step
upon this forbidding track
a breeze trembles in duplicitous silence
this tortured landscape
secluded and secreted in ever swirling mists
lightning against the sky, briefly incandescent
sweeps to the edge of darkness
cascades of thunder beyond the horizon
predatory, circling the night
inescapable, I am lost
in the heavy weight of memories
and I let myself drown in them
as my candle, into slumber slips
I am aching at the loss
my sorrow gently fading
waning with the moon
on the crest of a dream
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 