…on soundless wings

Slowly the wind picks up
snow is falling softly
white blossoms pile unceasingly in drifts
as they dance their last dance
I know that nothing is by chance
I let go of all, I must believe I am almost there
almost somewhere where I belong
allow me to fall on soundless wings
through the soundless night
and my heart will surrender
I am so near, the breeze is filled with fragrance
a pathway opens up, the way back is forgotten
who I was is now gone
what was lost will be again
like a beautiful dream
© Ann Bagnall