Waking
to the silence of tomorrow
lost within myself
from yesterday’s dream I watch
weightless words
free falling, leaf like
woven with intangible reason
words that are mine alone
dripping
like the morning mist
from roses
numbering
the countless petals
of my love
the perfumed air
stirs a distant memory
a love never uttered
never spoken
but in this moment
dawn somehow brings me
the haunting shadow
of your face
I hear the threads of truth
as they unravel
through the thinness
of the morning air
they speak
in the tones of trust
and stir a distant memory
but suddenly
the spell is broken
and then
what surprising silence
© Ann Bagnall 2014
Annie's Poetry 