On The Wind
The days go by and I endure
The hours of endless night
The clock tolls over and over
Time slips away
Into the infinite emptiness
Of tomorrow
The leaves are falling
The light seems always close to dying
The rain falls softly down
Its melody is sad
Like a thousand sighs from shivering trees
Which throw their branches at the sky
And their shadows on the ground
Those red leaves fall and blanket the earth
Where, in the dappled light
On a piece of twisted wood
Two butterflies rest, in that undaunted quiet
It is like watching heaven
And waves of calm wash over me
You took my heart
But there is a fire still
A slow burn
And my soul is like a thirsty desert
Touched by the bloom of flowers after rain
Love comes like a whispered question
And I will hear an answer
On the wind
© Ann Bagnall 2013.
Exceptional.
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