Annie's Poetry

Drenched in the chill of midnight
a requiem is drifting in
across the funereal ash of our dreams
our days, like leaves fall and fade away
into the abyss of silence
until the spring awakens our echoes
and we flourish once again
our endless cycle of connection and loss
do you remember?
do fragments of us drift
in your temporal time?
or is it only dreams
that awaken another need?
do you not see that we have become
like branches of a single tree?
yet still you remain distant and out of reach
until once again, my dreams call to me
© Ann Bagnall