Across the fleeing night
Dawn bleeds
Pearlescent
Crimson streams
Into the darkness
A curtain of light
Falling gracefully
Gently erasing
The desperate hours
And the morning breeze
Whispers everywhere
The breath of angels
A rippling of silk
A querulous song
Trembling
Rising
Against the darkness
And my heart
Once broken
Now aches to fly
© Ann Bagnall
