Waking to the silence of tomorrow

Lost within myself

From yesterday’s dream I watch

Weightless words, free falling, leaf like

Woven with intangible reason

Words that are mine alone

Dripping like the morning mist from roses

Numbering the countless petals of my love

I hear the threads of truth as they unravel

Through the thinness of the morning air

They speak in the tones of trust

And stir a distant memory

But suddenly the spell is broken

And then

What surprising silence

© Ann Bagnall 2014.


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