This Sweet And Ardent Fire

There are clouds on the hills

A cold crescent moon

And the hours alone

Are windows to the past

There are nightingales

Wine and candlelight

There are no commandments

And it does overflow

This sweet and ardent fire

The sky opens

The wind runs wild

But here, where we are

Suddenly, the world grows calm

Such a silence flows between us

Like blood in our veins

It courses through us

The air vibrates

Lingers on our lips

And there is such beauty

Dripping from the breeze

© Ann Bagnall and AnnieB222.wordpress.com, 2012. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited.

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