…slumbers

Far beyond the horizon
the rose of the day
is rising from the storm
a dream, under a lush sky
luminous and hopeful
the morning slumbers
birds are escaping
through windows
in the emerald green trees
now closer to paradise

lilies are sighing
and the last stars drip
dew shivers on the stones
petals fall without a sound
slowly descending
into emptiness
happily abandoned
at the edge of a dream
nature’s seductive whispers
drifting in and out of silence

I listen to the sounding sea
and it brings you back to me
drawing sweet memories
from my aching soul
the air is full of dawn and spring
I see the mist circling
amongst the distant hills
and through the gentle rain
a gentle fragrance comes
in the cloud-grey morning
© Ann Bagnall