A Fleeting Dream

The colours of water and moonlight

Silken cascades

Shift into the light of tomorrow

Their shadowed beauty lies

Swept away in the tides

Leaving only the fog of memories

And the liquid caress of tears

A gentle rain licks the earth

A winter moon leaves a frosted path

In the last fallen leaves of autumn

The hour grows late

There is a dark stillness

A heavy emptiness

That echoes in our hearts

Some snows fall harder than others

The cold settles deep within

The sky is strewn with broken clouds

And there are only petals

 Falling down

Endlessly floating

In currents of tangible light

Trying to escape reality

In a fleeting dream

© Ann Bagnall 2015.