Dreams weigh heavy in the air
I reach out to hold them
but they disappear
in the warmth of my tears
I think of you
but our love
has done its flowering
its’ petals now strewn
beneath my feet
as I journey on alone
under a weeping moon
and the mournful songs
of a sorrowful bird
drifts upon the breeze
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 