…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