…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 am already lost to you
you are there
somewhere in the dark
winter deep
within this heart
a door has closed
another opened
and the dreams still remain
© Ann Bagnall
