Through the long nights
in the pale light of sleep
I dream that you
will find a way to reach me
the ghosts of the past
are circling in silence
my broken heart aches
and in a moment
of unexpected serendipity
I feel you from far away
still looking through me
and I sense our centres connect
intimate like the night
©Ann Bagnall

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