In the temple of lost souls
I feel your presence, hear your whispers
feel the eyes I once knew watching over me
the warmth of your light shines upon my darkness
and the stars will always guide me
the weaver’s loom shows the path
that I am meant to follow
a journey filled with love and endless curiosity
destined to find my way through this darkness
my heart knows where to go
every thread intricately woven
a part of an unseen tapestry
where I am now the master
of my own destiny
©Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 