…in the depths

Stepping out
on long unused pathways
through a weeping mist
through all the familiar places

behind us the crumbling walls
the deep vividness of night
falling on waves of fire
the rose’s velvety folds
a heavy scented breeze

winding new roads
to old places
petals full of moonlit dew
endlessly entwined
spilling colours

lilies float
in a sea of green
in pools
reflecting ancient glades
dying like shadows
in the depths

© Ann Bagnall