Annie's Poetry

That first time drowning
in the moonlight
we were unaware
of the depths
the magnitude
of the moment
we did not notice
the quiet arrival
the timeless
undaunted stillness
signalling the approach
of the rising dawn
we stood at the edge
of the incoming day
in a soft quiet sighing
a place of endings
unknowingly dancing
our final dance
a sweet interlude
slowly descending
into emptiness
where the darkness
swallowed us whole
© Ann Bagnall