…everywhere

A curtain has been drawn apart, the winds, are softly dying
yet there are petals floating and leaves
falling down, tumbling, red into white
in time, the twilight purples and the candle burns short
it is then that I feel it most
the wind brings back the sweetest scene
I replay it in my mind
the touch that is both ache and pain
and the longing that flows down the river of time
with heat enough to set the seven seas aflame
the waves sound out a melody that sings with passion and fire
it plays once again on the chords of my heart
and the red sky, like the pure wine of love
opens up to delight in this world of perfume and light
flowers bloom everywhere and bliss descends upon the night
our desire still has far to go down passion’s blazing path
a white heat that seems at once, both ice pure and elemental
© Ann Bagnall