Annie's Poetry

As each day begins again, I still search for you
in all our familiar places
but all I find are ashes from the past
lost in my sorrow, with nothing
but my shadow for company
I am looking for bridges to somewhere
but only in my deepest dreams can I reach you
there, all our of our secrets are waiting
slowly falling like the summer rains
drifting jasmine scented, into light
© Ann Bagnall