The night is restless
a quivering dark ocean
sprinkled with fallen jewels
moments of chaos
moments of peace
shadows are clinging closely to me
a pale moon, silver and distant
is drifting slowly
through shredded clouds
and the ghosts of yesterday
relentlessly haunt me
through the ever-empty hours
© Ann Bagnall

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