… her dreams unspoken

A flower on the shore
blooming
in mysterious shades
of crimson

shimmering
just as a fragment
of the sunrise
might shimmer
in those first
shadowless moments
of awakening

fallen to solitude
cast from the caverns
of heaven
the pale sands
now smooth beneath
her bleeding petals

beautifully broken
her dreams unspoken
the waves gently lift her
light as a feather she floats
still blooming
in her mysterious shades
of crimson

a flower no longer
on the shore
belonging to the sea
for evermore

© Ann Bagnall