Across The Breadth

Let us be

Like two falling stars

In a forbidding sky

This is no place

To lose our wings

But a time to drift

Ever higher on the winds

The earth has disappeared

Beneath our feet

And the endless view

Is scaling out

In the distance

The moon hangs aloft

Yet only her light falls

Softly

The winds they tear at us

And just as for the leaves

Under receding skies of autumn

The only protection from falling

Is transient

On waves of desire

Once again we find ourselves

With the ghost of memories

Upon our lips

Fire and ice

Quietly falling together

Across the breadth

© Ann Bagnall 2014 (edited 2020).