Intimate Like The Night

Apart we wander

In so many worlds

Yet we are in one dream

Through long and fragrant nights

In the pale light of sleep

You find a way to touch me

Easily, gently

A ghost of the past

My heart waits for such moments

I feel your faraway mind

Still looking through me

And I sense our centres connect

Intimate like the night

© Ann Bagnall 2014.