Loss (On the Edge of the Night)

A voice calls to me from deep inside

Sets me to yearning

I recall the time before the fall

And my heart is filled with longing

I need you to return to me

But it is as if the earth

Could reach the moon

Or the sand bury the sea

There is nowhere to hide from these memories

Every thread of thought is like the wind

Whispering through the eaves

The morning

Constant and comforting

Drifting lazily

On the edge of the night

And rolling in with the tide

© Ann Bagnall

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