I travel back into the whispers of time
where the matters of the heart
are hidden in the shifting shadows
and where the endless tides of time
weather away at my dreams
your face is near, yet your voice is far
my memories slowly losing their shape
I hold your gaze lest you should fade
and strain to hear the passing wind
that carries your whispers like a serenade
as my dance draws to an end
and the night slowly overwhelms the day
my hopes, like fallen tears
are slowly washed away
©Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 