I am a wild rose
and you are the errant breeze
with your breath my petals are freed
we may still be oceans apart
but you are always near
I hear your song in the falling rain
and feel the warmth of your touch
in the first flames of the day
but there is always just one heartbeat
and always one eternity
where in time, the four winds
will take us where they must
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 