No wind stirs the lake
Ancient trees arching over
Silken sky above
A mirror reflecting
Only here in this place
with nothing between us
self and image collide
I am drowning in you
floating weightless
My senses swim
dream into dream
and breath upon breath
© Ann Bagnall

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