MOVE ME POETRY — A POETRY COMMUNITY LIKE NO OTHER
Shadows
The moon shines ghostly
liquid night swirls around me
a lonely dancer
endlessly circling the light
a bird calls, haunting
mist falls softly upon me
my candle flickers
and a cold hand touches mine
a window appears
just as it must in this dream
the sheer curtain floats
shadows ripple across me
suddenly, there is nothing
© Ann Bagnall
