Dreams flow, lost in the ebb
as the sand speaks to the sea
your aching echoes never fade
the tides of my heart
drifting languid and empty
sorrow’s aching symphony
the moon weeps with me
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry
Words and Pictures
Dreams flow, lost in the ebb
as the sand speaks to the sea
your aching echoes never fade
the tides of my heart
drifting languid and empty
sorrow’s aching symphony
the moon weeps with me
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 