The Last Leaf


Hope is not a gift of mine

The lonely hours, the empty

Memories and the nothing

In the dark wild, alone

And all I seek to keep

Withering while pretty tears rain down

Upon the stars wandering the moonbeams away

Dreams, shadowy, misty, lovely things

Hope in his sweetest hour

Reality brings the chilly wind

In the night – as a spell upon my soul

And the stars kiss the moon

Lovely in her loneliness

A midnight bell – a parting sigh

The breath of loneliness dissolving

In stardust flashing around me

The last leaf left behind

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Reality and I have quarrelled. This is where I go so he can't find me, my Other Place. Here I can spin my Fancies and Fiction, as I wander among the Stars and listen as they whisper their secret to the moon. My name is Annie, I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself. I love cats, listening to the blues, the mountains more than the beach, being lazy, writing my fancies and fiction and I also love to crochet. That's me and this is my Other Place.

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