In the deepest of sleep
I hear a familiar voice
carried on breeze so sweet
I feel the aching pull
of a rippling tide
I am drifting
undulant in the dawning
dreams torn asunder
in the ever-shifting skies
and my heart
it keeps on falling
© Ann Bagnall

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