Falling in the velvet night
nothing below me
my flight is timeless
like smoke painting the heavens
whispering your name
into the hushed brushstrokes
of the morning
where colour is roaming
flooding the slopes of the sky
and the four winds find me
carry me through fragrant rain
I am drifting
undulant in the dawning
my dreams torn asunder
in the ever shifting skies
but my heart keeps on falling
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 