Memories (The Aching Darkness)


Memories floating in

Upon perfume laden winds

The moons’ face

Rising in black branches

Under a river of stars

I hear your voice love

In the aching darkness

And the gates of my heart

Are opened

In the warm embrace of night

© Ann Bagnall

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