Drenched
in the chill of midnight
a requiem drifts in
upon the funereal ash
of our dreams
our days, like leaves
fall and fade away
into the abyss of silence
until the spring
awakens our echoes
and we flourish once again
our endless cycle
of connection and loss
do you remember?
do fragments of us drift…
in your temporal time?
or is it only dreams…
that awaken another need?
do you not see
that we have become…
like branches of a single tree?
yet you remain distant
and out of reach
until once again
my dreams call to me
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 