As spring blossoms
reach to the sky
there is the fragrance
of jasmine flowers
sparkling like small stars
fallen from the heavens
they embroider the sky
tumbling like snowflakes
adrift on the wind
quietly vanishing
into the sighing shadows
I see the light drifting in
I feel your heart close to mine
and I am unwinding
like dreams slowly drifting
in endless time
and your eyes, your eyes
so far from heaven am I
and yet…..
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 