Drifting
A stand of trees, a summer shower
Every leaf drips with desire
I am the rain-soaked cloudy sky
And you are precious patches of azure on high
A cloud bank trails into the distance
Another day disappears as it must
I am the aching desert after rain
And you are the fire in my veins
Inside me blooming flowers of flame
In this velvet moment as evening falls
I am a night of mystery
And you are the silver moon that drenches me
I am an empty boat, floating free
And you are the ceaseless motion of my sea
We are an endless ocean
And nothing comes before
I am a petal floating on the breeze
And you are ever like the wind for me
So once again I find myself
And see that I’m not drifting anywhere
© Ann Bagnall 2013.
lovely 🙂
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