…there to find

Each day dawns with light music and heavy perfume
orange blossom opulence, the air as warm as a kiss
mirror still pools reflect turbulent skies and warm desires
between each heartbeat the river flows unseen
without holding back, without warning, it melts over me
filling the chambers of a heart long neglected
so quickly it consumes, it reaches into the unseen places
and the shadows give a sigh, in the winter of my mind
and when I ache and when I search
you are always there to find
© Ann Bagnall
2013