Restless Soul
The last fire of the day
Sinks into the embrace of the horizon
In which my souls’ reflection plays
The winds sweep by with mournful sighs
Unquiet leaves fluttering
Flightless and falling
From a tree whose arms spread empty
Falling stars, extinguished flames
Against the moons’ pull
The tide is descending
The fates may take you far away
But as the pebbles washed to the sea
You will once again, return to me
Just as my restless soul
Will still return to thee
© Ann Bagnall 2013.
