The Silence

The fragrance of roses

Sweeps over me

My eyes mirror

A million stars

Held closely

In the shelter of the night

Ever aching

Gently breathing

In the silence

The hours are fading

As sleep remains elusive

Ageless splendour

Held within the heart of stars

In these underlying currents

I am following the tide

Through the ever present stillness

Of the ages

And I am gently surrounded

Enveloped

By the silence

© Ann Bagnall 2020