…violet hues

Towards the early hours of morning rain is falling like whispers
the sighs of a distant wind a wistful, haunting melody
the soft sounds of my heart
hidden somewhere within the shadows
the deep velvet shadows
petals are opening and unfolding
adorned with the patterns of night frost
the chimes of the wind still singing
the softest of blossoms are falling and trailing
gently shimmering
fluttering in whimsical turns
against the silence of the night
I see the light of change, the distant violet hues
beauty such as this would reflect in any colour
and there comes a profound silence
a silence unbreakable
and here I wander with you
these precious moments, we hold them forever
and silence and serenity fill the halls of eternity
© Ann Bagnall