…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