The Butterfly’s Wing
In the inward mirror I enter the dream
From shore to shore
In the farthest reaches
Everywhere reveals the colours of spring
Except the wind which is beautiful
In its dark winter tones
From room to room in the vastness of this place
I hear a whispering
But the words they fall away into the silence
Like a breeze raised by a butterfly’s wing
It is familiar the path of this dream
Falling leaves descend like tears
Into the quiet pond
And in the distance I hear the footsteps
Falling into beyond
Between the light and shade
Between each breath I recall it
Recall that this is a journey that never ends
In the dream I reach for it
The candle flickers in the mirror
Upon the canvas of my soul
And after all
The broken glass alone
Remains
© Ann Bagnall 2014.
