My broken dreams
their threadbare edges fading to dust
wishes cast like stones into a shifting sea
cradled in the ebb and flow
fragments of us shifting in their jagged beauty
hope still lingering pain is the price
desire is deeper than flesh, an endless hunger
a yearning that fills the soul
a shadow that lingers in the corners of light
and I am drifting, endlessly drifting
on the edge of the night
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 