…echoes across the velvet night

Whispered sighs on gentle breezes
a soft brush upon your cheek
slipping away in the darkness
a quiet yearning echoes across the velvet night
slow-burning, it dies like a flame
too late, the truth reveals itself
only a touch and we knew
a mirror of ourselves
the music of rivers sings sadly and sweetly
drifting through the hourglass of endless time
dreams uncounted, a single lonely voice
but we are only watching
through the passing of the years
bearing a longing for a meeting of souls
a blending of hearts
and then slowly melting away
© Ann Bagnall