In my dreams I see flickers
of long-ago moments between us
the fragrant moments of joy
velvet nights and rosebuds
the endless, mournful sighing
of the ghosts of the past
something stirs within me
echoing old dreams and old desires
that do not belong in the waking world
but they stay for just seconds
before vanishing into the night
returning to the source
of all forgotten things
©Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 