Time – Part III
Heaven
Woven in aching blue
A shade
Just less than love
Yet more than oceans
Magnificence
Rain ripened
Echoes free
Clouds roll in
Strangely motionless
Such a passion they blow
A temple
Filled with blossoms
And stars
Light trickling
Everything revealing
A slow graceful dream for us
On the relentless path
Of time
© Ann Bagnall 2015.
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
BLUE, BLUE…HER WORLD IS BLUE AND PURPLE! 🙂
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