The Scarlet Flowers of Illusion


The Scarlet Flowers of Illusion

In the rose light of morning

There is a retreat of silence

Things are transformed

Before my eyes

Shivering leaves

Shrugging off the dew

Just as I

Shake off the dreams

Which always seem to me

An endless pursuit

Like chasing a butterfly

Who, despite my search

With elegance and grace

Still flies high

And out of reach

Wings trembling

As a lonely heart

Without a sound

Seemingly unaware

Of the constant presence

Of darkness

The cool brush of the night

Against its’ fragile form

These are the scarlet flowers

Of my illusions

And they are beautiful

Sounding out of the shadows

Like a mournful echo

Of you

© Ann Bagnall 2015.

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