The Breath of Angels

The Breath of Angels

Dawn spills out

Across the fleeing night

Softly bleeding

Pearlescent crimson streams

Into the blackness

This curtain of light

Falls gracefully

Gently erasing

The desperate hours

And the morning breeze

Whispers everywhere

The breath of angels

A rippling of silk


A querulous song


Against the darkness

And my heart

Once broken

Aches to fly

© Ann Bagnall 2016.

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