Apart, a distant longing
our path is one of long roads
and intermittent loneliness
our time together precious
mere seconds, minutes
brief intervals of joy
yours, mine in all its’ mystery
a love that never really dies
timeless and unforgettable
wandering winds always changing
moments where all stands still
a silent understanding
a promise that remains
within our very souls
where time has no meaning
and in our dreams
we only see one reality
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 