The Echoes

Jun 17, 2024


…of the mirrors of our eyes

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Fragments of a dream
petals of winter petals of pain
blooming in the shadows
that pool in the corners of my heart
the empty spaces abandoned by the light

an ambience of sorrow
emanates from the candlelit night
the trembling flames caressed by the wind
their tentative light shifting
in and out of the drowning seas of darkness

our flames extinguished that night
in that one bleak moment in time
when I saw it on your face
and you saw it on mine
the reflection of the truth

the words we could not say
whispered in the echoes
of the mirrors of our eyes
upon the threshold of waking
I still feel the warmth of your arms
darkness falls softly on me
© Ann Bagnall




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