Like Shadows

Stepping out

On long unused pathways

Through a weeping mist

Through all the familiar places

Behind us the crumbling walls

The deep vividness of night

Falling on waves of fire

The rose’s velvety folds

A heavy scented breeze

Winding new roads

To old places

Petals full of moonlit dew

Endlessly entwined

Spilling colours

Lilies float in a sea of green

In pools reflecting ancient glades

And die

Like shadows on the deep

© Ann Bagnall 2014.