Drifting in sweet dreams
your silken threads surround me
in the dark corners of the night
a lost mirage, visible for only seconds
the ashes of my memories
the ghosts of us still lingering
a mere reflection, that as I touch
shattering like glass, or hope
their fragments drifting
slowly, like falling petals
achingly out of my reach
© Ann Bagnall

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