I stand in the amethyst dawn
as the fading moon and the rising sun, change places with each other
watching the colours melt to one
remembering violets and mossy stones, the tangle of jasmine weeping down
I find myself thinking of you, the music that we were
shadows drift in peaceful swirls
carrying me far away from here
©Ann Bagnall

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