The Garden Calls You Still
A memory echoes deep
In this imagined place
A picture distorted
An illusion
That I cannot forget
A sense of isolation
Yet a place of secrets shared
A shadow of a sound
The fragrance of flowers
A silence without a centre
A single cherry blossom
Falls in quiet perfection
Wild violets grow
Between light and shadow
And frame a spring stream
Beyond the cliffs
A wild sea
Between the earth and sky
A breeze brushes against my skin
The dream of you wont leave me
And the garden calls you still
© Ann Bagnall 2015.
