In my dreams

a sea of darkness

drifts unseeingly

each night I sleep

where the things of the heart

are out of reach

each night you sleep

where the things of the heart

are out of sight

our two hearts flutter

like trembling petals

aching to fall

ever gently to rest

together

in the same soft night

© Ann Bagnall

Leave a comment

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.