No wind stirs the surface
ancient trees arching over, under a silken sky
a mirror reflecting both the seen and unseen
only here in this place, with nothing between us
can self and image collide
I am drowning in you, floating weightless
my senses swimming, dream into dream
and breath upon breath
© Ann Bagnall

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