Her eyes behold a scene
that only she can see
the shadows cover her face
and crowd her aching soul
but in her sight she has a place
where reality is soft
and a warm winds blow
under a gentle moon
whose shimmering shafts of light
caress the fragrant fields
she has her love by her side
and in her heart
life is like a butterfly
floating weightless
from one blossom to another
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 