…beyond the cool reflection
In the quiet hours
as the day sleeps
and the world sighs
I feel you near
in the piercing dark
beneath the mirror’s face
the wishing glass
you are just a soft shadow
intangible dreams
as formless as the future
the vision ripples
and then you vanish
just like a desert mirage
and I am alone
beyond the cool reflection
eyes as deep as wells
yet my heart keeps on seeking
hands on the frame
unseeing
© Ann Bagnall
