…of wonder

In my broken heart I feel it
a soft fluttering of a butterfly’s wings
lighter than the air we breathe
evoking a symphony of silence
her translucent wings trembling
endlessly circling a fragrant rose

stirring the perfumes of desire
stoking the last embers of the fire
distracted, time has stopped her ticking
silent and frozen in the moment
the delicate dance of the season
the flowing fluidity of movement

so slow, yet still I am lost in it
sunlight softly caresses the petals
and wind whispers through the trees
birdsong beckons from branches
the sounds of the joyous and free
unconcerned with beckoning time

oblivious to the cycles of loss
and the echoing emptiness of the void
I open myself to the possibilities
breathing in the sweet scent of pine
and the taste of salt from the sea
drowning in fleeting memories

gratefully falling into the dream
I embrace the fragile nature of joy
and these brief moments of wonder
that carry you back to me
© Ann Bagnall