Moon (Ghosts Of Memories)


The moons’ face

Rising in black branches

Shadows shift restlessly

A river of stars

Dreams dark as smoke

Play upon my sleeping mind

Ghosts of memories

Vaguely sensed

As strange

Nocturnal brushings

Of a moth

Composed

From the absent shapes

Of time

© Ann Bagnall

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