… her dreams unspoken

A flower languishing upon the shore
still blooming in mysterious shades of crimson
shimmering, just as a fragment of the sunrise might shimmer
in those first shadowless moments of awakening
fallen to solitude, cast out from the caverns of heaven
drenched in her loneliness, listening to the soft whispers of the sea
unaccustomed to the scent of salt and the pale sands
now smooth beneath her bleeding petals
beautifully broken, her dreams unspoken
the waves gently lift her, light as a feather she floats
still blooming in her mysterious shades of crimson
a flower no longer upon the shore
she belongs to the sea for evermore
© Ann Bagnall