This Sweet And Ardent Fire
There are clouds on the hills
A cold crescent moon
And the hours alone
Are windows to the past
There are nightingales
Wine and candlelight
There are no commandments
And this sweet and ardent fire
It overflows
The sky opens
The wind runs wild and blue
But here, where we are
Suddenly, the world grows calm
Such a silence flows between us
Like blood in our veins
It courses through us
The air vibrates
Lingers on our lips
And there is such beauty
Dripping from the breeze
© Ann Bagnall 2014.
Annie's Poetry 
Oh my goodness, this has moved me so much! ❤
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I’m glad you enjoyed it! 🙂
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Annie, you are a far better poet than I! I am always swept away by the beauty of your words…each poem is a treasured gem…just wanted to let you know. Its a pleasure to be able to read your hearts emotions in words! Hugs and blessings dear sister!
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Thanks Wendell – poems are only as good as the feelings they evoke in individuals and everyone is touched by different things – oddly – rather than highlighting differences – for me this tends to highlight similarities – feelings of situations that are shared experiences and echoes of our own special or painful moments are often found in the words of others – this is the beauty of poetry for me – if I can bring back a memory or spark a feeling for someone – that’s wonderful!
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Ha! this is awesome, love it, the flowing an out connected that brings comfort in the mist a situation .
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Thanks Ansell 🙂
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