…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