…of dreams

So sad the tears of a lonely bird
his sweet song ebbing out into the shadowless blue
his blossomed branch is weeping fragrant petals
into the running stream, sympathy for his sorrow
his mournful echoes are now fading
and he waits for the moon to show herself
the sound of a solitary leaf reverberates all around
as it falls , as if from heaven itself
twisting and turning through the fragrance of dreams
© Ann Bagnall
2015