Annie's Poetry

I write to you on skies of ink
my hands trembling
for I know that every word
will disappear into the ether
but you will still read them
from somewhere there
until we meet again
we live between
the the light and dark
between reality and dreams
for our love, although lost
in the here and now, still lingers
and in my dreams
your ethereal whispers
are still calling my name
© Ann Bagnall