…murmurs

In a waking dream
I feel the evening breeze running blue, flowing away
shimmering in endless azure flight
the river of memory murmurs
teeming like the sands of time
mysterious night suspended
between the sunset and the dark
in the wine of twilight
dark lilacs and silver water lilies
deep below the waters, sweet humming whispers
dancing scented mists
silently trembling at the tones of love
standing strong before the wind
one by one, like leaves from a tree
a snow of rose petals falling with the gentle rain
melting away under stars
bringing me soft songs and fragments
mere glimpses, of peace
© Ann Bagnall
2013