…for whom my heart seeks — Under the moon your face veiled by shadows our hearts touched we didn’t speak life moved like dreaming feeling a sense of the unseen our silent thoughts drifting time was still suspended at a single point of eternity forever framed to hold the moment that is how it was how it is mantled in moonlight most beautiful a quiet softness almost too lovely to endure still the beauty exists and the night is ever full of the emptiness of the heart yet carries the promise of tomorrow

…for the songs — An unending ribbon of night ancient awakenings at play with light and shadow the moon repaints the colours of darkness casting her silver spells soft winds whispering the distant calls of the sea always bring you back to me but here in this night there is an emptiness an emptiness so immense that…

…has its own tides — Love is a master of disguise delicately intangible always hiding its hidden hunger in the ethereal whispers of our desires entangled and entwined I am drowning in your eyes as the alchemy of our hearts is forever gently etched upon our souls this dance is an eternal embrace where love is…

…into morning — Raindrops on jasmine moon-wind and night scent falling away softly like a burden too heavy to bear changing velvet hues captured upon shadows drifting now upon the edge of night between sleep and waking there are vague imaginings I cling to my dreams the choices made in passion shattered by the calling of a new day forever we talked about forever and still it is your music that plays upon my soul and carries me melting into morning

…still remain — When the night blooms and pearls with the glow of the moon with the ethereal whiteness of magnolia blossoms in the starlight of the infinite night of us I sense a beauty that echoes back on me upon the edge of moments past in these instants of longing, I feel you as myself like a smothered spark wanting to leap back into light or a moth scorched by its own desire I have already been lost to you

…fall like rain — The night swims with memories music is drifting in from the moon I feel you near my heart is drawn to a beckoning door and I hear your voice whisper my name The dark silent places beckon once more and in the soft hours blossoms of pain fall like rain © Ann Bagnall

…of my abandoned dreams — I am a petal blown off course too light to settle loneliness is unfurled in the vagrant drifts and whispers of gentle breezes they ebb and flow and I am swept away our stories intertwined as ivy to a stone wall yet are forever out of reach like the fragrance of flowers this is the music of my abandoned dreams found only in memories and under moonlit leaves I feel you, just a whisper away tiny ripples touch my soul as a moth, lonely too circles a flame

…that never ends — We are adrift in a sea of uncertainty ever in constant motion time is a circle that never ends days pass by, relentless a procession of moments years slip through our fingers like sands through the hourglass we are lost and wandering ever bound to the seconds the minutes, the hours unable to break free our stories already written our destinies preordained embracing the rituals spinning in place

Empty without you — We explore reflections without knowing what they mean and when detected they are sometimes still unseen Captured deeply within between the mind and the heart do you hear me? do you hear me calling your name from where you are most afraid to look? I will take your hand and become…