Those sweet seeds of our desire
arrived with blossoms in array
we nurtured them gently
in the lush meadows of hope
blooming anew in the falling night
the world outside faded softly out of sight
now the shadows of yesterday walk beside me
whispering of a love that can never be
and that place where our flowers
bloomed like dreams
beneath the pale moonlight
©Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 