…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