A languid night, a fragrant moon
aching dusky moments
and I am dreaming of you, beauty incarnate
a cacophony of desire
deep in my heart, your echoes fleeting
oh how I crave these lucid imaginings
the fragile seconds of joy
the only sound, our beating hearts
akin to our falling stars
we were ever darkness bound
and once again I am falling
the ocean far below me
and your soul calling to mine
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 