In Your Wake (II)


In Your Wake (II)

The sun

In beauteous splendour

Is awakened

Most unwilling

From her slumber

As the darkness

Rolls over

Like a tired lover

And takes her resting place

She stretches

Languishing

A last lingering glance

As always

In the final seconds

As they part

She rises

Still sleepy

From their rumpled

Silken bed

And looks out

To the horizon

The light from her eyes

And the tears

Of separation

Are sprinkled

Like diamonds

Across the aching expanse

The breathless

Heaving breast

Of the darkened ocean

Over which

She fashions

A rose wine

Crimson tinted blush

That warmly spreads

Intimate

Like searching fingers

A blazing desire

And heat that burns

Like heaven melting

She breathes

A morning breeze

That sighs playfully

A jasmine scented

Skilled seductress

Flowing warmly

Through my soul

Such wonders

This day begets

That sorry eyes

And aching hearts

Must soon be forsaken

A splendid vision

Painstakingly painted

Gently

Like love itself

In sorrows’ place

The lonely nightingale

In his despair

Farewells

The fleeing night

And anthems me

Most mournfully

As if he knows

My very heart

I, for whom

This lovely morn

Unparalleled

In natures’ grace

Pales

As I stand here

Fading

As always

In your wake

© Ann Bagnall 2015.

Image copyright Troy Casswell http://elementsimaging.com.au/wp-content/uploads/galleries/post-46/full/Boiling%20Pot%20-%20Sunset%20-%20W.jpg
Image copyright Troy Casswell
http://elementsimaging.com.au/wp-content/uploads/galleries/post-46/full/Boiling%20Pot%20-%20Sunset%20-%20W.jpg

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