In the Light and Graceful Shadows


In the Light and Graceful Shadows

As the darkness slowly dissolves

Melting into the distant horizon

The sky is burning red

Achingly aglow

There is the perfume of roses

And sweet magnolias

A dark, damp fragrance

Dripping into the day

These ancient awakenings

An unspoken language

As a ghost pale moth

Floats by aimless

And in the light and graceful shadows

It is as if it has ceased to be

© Ann Bagnall 2014.

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