…my dreams are lived in darkness
Darkness
my dreams are lived
in darkness
where the things
of the night
feel close
yet somehow
are out of mind
darkness
my day begins
in darkness
where the things
of the day
feel close
yet somehow
are out of sight
darkness
my love sleeps
somewhere
in darkness
where the things
of the heart
feel close
yet somehow
are out of reach
© Ann Bagnall
2013
Annie's Poetry 
Another of my favourites of yours, though that probably won’t surprise you, given the theme..but I loved how you talked about the bigger, more spiritual aspects of things, yet I also could see you on your long travel to work so early every morning, before the dawn, in these words too. 🙂
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Yes I did write it one morning before I left the house last week!
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