…holds me close 

Each petal that falls
adds grace to the perfumed night
and what perfection falls between
their sweet fragrance permeates the air
visited upon the blue velvet night
it wafts gently down to me
the unseen worlds are pulsing
I am again filled with thoughts of the past
thoughts of you, thoughts of us
the moon is resting
in the hollow of my open hand
it pulls me back to a place of peace
silence holds me close tonight
the history of pain, in my averted eyes
© Ann Bagnall
2014