…I see a face
Through dark lilac light
in driving mist
I walk the stone pathway|
over the aching earth
in search of the sea
there is a sense of timelessness
and I wrestle with my thoughts
then for a fleeting moment
I see a face
mirrored
upon the stained glass window
of time
I see shades of light
and shadows falling
from an open casement window
while fragments of the past circle me
and I tremble
at the fearsome tones
of memories
© Ann Bagnall
2015