October 16, 2024October 18, 2024 I feel the breeze of your passing here love is an ocean wild and free you are the flame of every candle a distant light that still flickers I search for you in the shadows in the dark corners of the night every moment filled with longing your ghostly touch soft and fleeting you are here, and yet you are not woven into the fabric of my soul I carry you in every breath in every beat of my heart until the candles burn no more © Ann Bagnall Share this: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Tweet Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading... Related