Annie's Poetry

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 corporeal touch upon my skin
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