I am drifting at the edge of the night
where my ghosts fade but never really leave
an unspeakable burden no appeal for grace
waiting with the stars to reveal your steady eyes
that were always the pool
in which I drowned over and over again
and here is where you will find me
once more abandoned at the edge of a dream
ashes back to the sea at the whim of twilight
for back to the amber we all must fall
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 