I hear you calling
hours pass so slowly
yet I linger here to find you
I turn to the past
with more longing than I can bear
insatiable in my search
I am both an errant petal
and a wild ocean
both lost in emptiness itself
and now I understand
the thirst for silence
© Ann Bagnall

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