…in the depths

Lost within myself, petals of memories softly free falling
stepping out on long unused pathways
through a weeping mist, through all the familiar places
behind me the crumbling walls, the deep vividness of night
falling on waves of fire, the rose’s velvety folds
a heavy scented breeze, in the silence I am unravelling
winding new roads to old places
petals now full of moonlit dew
endlessly entwined spilling colours
lilies float in a sea of green
in pools reflecting ancient glades
dying like shadows in the depths
© Ann Bagnall