Dreams murmur softly
in the darkness
I whisper my longing
to the night
and for minutes
in my imagination
memories are drifting
lingering in the shadows
I am standing close to you
but your image slowly fades
I awaken to emptiness
and my heart aches
to hear your voice
in this deep black silence
deeper than I can conceive
you slip away love
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 