Annie's Poetry

I recall a dream once lost
the serene quietude of sky
a still, clear soundless dreamscape
where wishes fill the void
this ache of farewell
the wind hungers to cross the void
emptiness in full bloom
now alone with the moon
our mournful echoes
drifting listless upon the breeze
I hear them like thunder
my heart is still aflame
and nothing
remains the same
© Ann Bagnall