On Soundless Wings

On Soundless Wings


The wind picks up

The snow is falling softly

White blossoms

Pile unceasingly in drifts

As they dance their last dance

I know

That nothing is by chance

I let go of all

I must believe I am almost there

Almost somewhere

Where I belong

Allow me to fall

On soundless wings

Through soundless night

And my heart will surrender

I am so near

The breeze is filled with fragrance

A pathway opens up

The way back is forgotten

What I was

Is gone

What was lost

Will be again


Like a beautiful dream

© Ann Bagnall 2014.


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