Annie's Poetry

The night once again finds me sleepless
floating on the dark tide of loss
the sun slowly bleeds into morning
her blossoms greeting the dawn
gold is dripping from petals
and fragrance is upon the breeze
yet still my eyes deny me
and only my heart do I heed
for each night with it’s dreams and delusions
and each day with it’s beauty and light
simply awaken the aching need
© Ann Bagnall 2014