…still remain

When the night blooms 
and pearls with the glow of the moon
with the ethereal whiteness of magnolia blossoms
in the starlight of the infinite night of us
I sense a beauty that echoes back on me
upon the edge of moments past
in these instants of longing
I feel you as myself, like a smothered spark
wanting to leap back into light
or a moth, scorched by its own desire
I am already lost to you
you are there somewhere in the dark
winter deep within this heart
a door has closed, another opened
and the dreams still remain
© Ann Bagnall