Like Whispers In The Grass

You were only mine

Within a waking dream

Woven

Strand by silver strand

By the ever watchful moon

Darkness

Was ever my light

And we were like the blossoms

Of endless night

That kissed

And flew apart

To fly as if on broken wings

And then

Crushed by shadows

It was our time to fall

Like ash upon meadows

And to fade

 Like whispers in the grass

© Ann Bagnall 2014.