In my dreams
a sea of darkness drifts unseeingly
each night I sleep
where the things of the heart are out of reach
each night you sleep
where the things of the heart are out of sight
our two hearts flutter like trembling petals
aching to fall ever gently to rest
together in the same soft night
© Ann Bagnall

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