The Earth
This night has left a trace upon my skin
a touch of long familiar dreams
we have crossed the threshold
music drifts in on the moonlight
my heart is released to the heavens
and belongs to no-one else
but now we must turn from each other
towards the beckoning door
the ghost of your touch
upon my shoulder lingers
I awaken alone
listening to the hours slip away
grey mourning skies
magnify my pain
somewhere
the earth whispers your name
and a day must always end now
with the brush stroke of your smile
© Ann Bagnall
