…into morning

Raindrops on jasmine
moon-wind and night scent
falling away softly
like a burden too heavy to bear

changing velvet hues
captured upon shadows
drifting now
upon the edge of night

between sleep and waking
there are vague imaginings
I cling to my dreams
the choices made in passion

shattered by the calling
of a new day
forever
we talked about forever

and still it is your music
that plays upon my soul
and carries me
melting into morning
© Ann Bagnall