With The Breeze I Let It Pass

This flame that devours

In the absence of you
the clouds gather beneath me
the roaring winds are like changing tides

With every passing hour
I wish the words from your mouth

Thoughts like autumn leaves
twist into fluttering piles
or drift on alone, as I do

With the breeze I let it pass
this flame that devours

Memories like the flight
of a delicate petal
the timeless flow of water, unending

My sails unfurled to catch the breeze
the quiet kiss that has no end

You tread lightly softly as you go
and I see you again
framed by an empty window

© Ann Bagnall

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