In dreams I run wildly
with each breath I take
in every expectant moment
my heart is pounding
I hear it echo, over and over
as the night
descends into morning
dawn flows in like wine
pouring crimson and gold
into the inky night
it fills me up to overflowing
and I am drifting downwards
awakening fathoms deep
in the shallows of desire
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 