…of once bright flowers

In the depths of silence and the oceans of emptiness
through the unrelenting, teeming, sands of time
shadows shift in the firmament
in the growing darkness, as the light slips away
in the timeless sanguine elysian cathedral of the evening sky
just as memories fade slowly
and strangely, quietly in the end
like the scent of once bright flowers
© Ann Bagnall