…touches mine

The clouds come and go
casting shadows in their wake
there are no flowers
forever faded from the light
their perfume still lingers
their absence gnaws at me
and harkens unto dreams
that once blossomed in the darkness
like those lost flowers
taken by the ruthless wind petal by lovely petal
like this barren field I am filled with emptiness
I sense your unquiet soul and my heart trembles
the leaves ripple above me, yet the night is still
your restless heart touches mine
fleeing into the distance
© Ann Bagnall
2015