The Fallen Glass of Heaven


The Fallen Glass of Heaven

The rain is flowing

From the fallen glass of heaven

A formless waterfall

Opaque and alive

In the peaceful

Weeping, sky of memory

Clouds drift low, within the mist

And so quiet is the rain

It sings a song, so unique

That it recalls

A voice once lost

Beyond the silken shore

Of night

The warmth of wanting

Remembering

Where dreams soar

And our love

Lingering

In the cold, grey sky

Out of place

And time

Will warm the wind for us

Once more

© Ann Bagnall 2015.

Image: http://de.yoyowall.com/wallpapers/2013/06/Mist-1350x2400.jpg

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