Apart we wander
in so many worlds
yet we are in one dream
through long
and fragrant nights
in the pale light of sleep
you find a way to touch me
easily, gently
a ghost of the past
my heart waits
for such moments
I feel your faraway mind
still looking through me
and I sense
our centres connect
intimate like the night
© Ann Bagnall 

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