…are not all I ever lost
In silent passage
over rivers of night
somewhere
between sunset
and shadow
I hear my heartbeat
in the rain
there is a whispering
at the door
and eternity falls
in a single drop
the crash of dreams
the tide of longing
intense blue skies
just a touch too far
stones and brooks
wind caressed
like a beautiful thirst
you awaken my moods
yet deceived by the light
when no dreams come
I am left
with the stillness
of reflection
my heart is a cold lake
no dreams come
I have been forgotten
in the midst of things
the silk curtains fall
and I see that you
are not all I ever lost
© Ann Bagnall 2013
