Drifting


Drifting

A stand of trees, a summer shower

Every leaf drips with desire

I am the rain-soaked cloudy sky

And you are precious patches of azure on high

A cloud bank trails into the distance

Another day disappears as it must

I am the aching desert after rain

And you are the fire in my veins

Inside me blooming flowers of flame

In this velvet moment as evening falls

I am a night of mystery

And you are the silver moon that drenches me

I am an empty boat, floating free

And you are the ceaseless motion of my sea

We are an endless ocean

And nothing comes before

I am a petal floating on the breeze

And you are ever like the wind for me

So once again I find myself

And see that I’m not drifting anywhere

© Ann Bagnall 2013.

Image: http://wallpapersmoot.blogspot.com.au/2012/09/ship-images-wallpapers_5.html

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