On The Wind

 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.

Autumn leaves sceenario.

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