…of my abandoned dreams

I am a petal blown off course
too light to settle
loneliness is unfurled
in the vagrant drifts
and whispers of gentle breezes
they ebb and flow
and I am swept away

our stories intertwined
as ivy to a stone wall
yet are forever out of reach
like the fragrance of flowers
this is the music
of my abandoned dreams
found only in memories
and under moonlit leaves

I feel you, just a whisper away
tiny ripples touch my soul
as a moth, lonely too
circles a flame

© Ann Bagnall