The shining moon

Stares heartless

Out of time and place

Waiting out

The endless hours

In my slumber

Dreams come to me

And once again

I see your face

I hold your gaze

Lest you should fade

And in the awakening

I strain to hear

The passing wind

That carries your whispers

Like a serenade

© Ann Bagnall

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