In a Fleeting Dream

In a Fleeting Dream

With each brush of the night

And each blush of the day

With outstretched arms

Winter holds me fast here

The rising of the sun

And wind

The subtle song of rain

Trickles all night long

An almost musical refrain

The last withered leaves

That dance and swirl

In denial of their pain

This season of sighs

With its cold fingers

Ever reaching for my breath

The white blanket of beauty

Would seek to remind me

Of the whispered vows

Beneath the shadow covers

Which rising winds

Bore far away

Of where I lost myself

And the warmth

I have yearned for

Trying to escape reality

In a fleeting dream

Wandering in thought

Weaving beauty till the end

© Ann Bagnall 2013.


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