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
