The sand slips through the hourglass once again
Rushing through the night
The wind ripples
And its song rises
Until it loses itself in the void
Rose petals fall bleeding upon the pristine snow
On the island of my heart
Around whose shores the searching waters roam
It seems that it recalls
In its aching ebb and flow
Interludes of rapture
Those forbidden moments and passions
That time could never render thin
These thoughts
Pulling me deeper into myself
Piecing together our history
In a place beyond all words
I paint it with colours
Gild it with gold
It is only here that I can I freely reach you
On the margin of dreams
Here, where all past secrets
Will in time come tumbling
Like the jasmine scented breath of spring
Into light
© Ann Bagnall

Romantic and beautiful poem!
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Thanks Blair!
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You’re Welcome Annie!
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