The night is an ocean
a vast silent illusion
empty yet overflowing
in the darkness I reach for it
my fingers trembling
upon the edge
the edge of something
that I cannot name
something that hides
beyond the veils of night
soft whispers of songs
that touch my soul
fading gently away
into the silence
in my heart the waves
constantly ebb and flow
the black velvet sea
that carries me to morning
and the darkness is alight
with the vivid blooms
of yearning
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 