In this sorrowful night
that is endlessly lingering
dark and ever dreamless
I hear your sighs and whispers
feel your soft caress
soothing as you pass
yet still you are
as formless as the wind
or the mist of the moon
dripping from the heavens
on a winter night
a touch upon my skin
fading all too soon
my heart begins to tremble
a helpless fluttering
I sense your presence
restless and tangible
my soul is overflowing
but my arms remain empty
and your memory, ghostly
holds me back from morning
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 