You settled gently upon me
like shadows on a sunny day
and I felt a gnawing unease
that I could not name
but from which
I could not look away
my heart became ashes
turning to dust
your eyes full of lies
your words painted rust
I dreamed of falling
as if that was my only escape
but in my dreams I became
a beautiful, fragile butterfly
now in my wings, I must trust
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 