Clinging on desire’s wall
I am drenched and melting
under the dripping moon
like shivering petals
that rise and fall over and over
upon the waves of your sea
ever climbing and falling
endlessly flooding
out into the vast silence
and just as the leaves
are lost in the stream
and I reach out to catch
the threads of my memories
but they are melting at my touch
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 