In the dark of night in the deepest of dreams
I hear a familiar voice
a siren song slowly drifting
upon a breath of wind, drawing me in
like the aching pull of a rippling tide
the call of memories hold me in place
and in the moment, I am a butterfly
drifting upon the breeze
ever floating back to you
© Ann Bagnall

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