…fleeing into the distance

The night is lingering
swimming in a pool of stars
the ever present moon
is silvering the sands of time
there are no flowers that I can see
forever faded from light
butterflies dancing lighter than air
never revealing a moment of fear
softly, the perfume laden winds
awaken something in me
fragrance drifting and water flowing
although but from where, I know not
for this place feels vast and endless
there is an absence of sky, my skirt trailing wet
smooth pebbles beneath my feet
and there are flowers
soft, so soft, floating all around me
unanchored and so alive
something or someone calls to my soul
their absence gnaws at me
awakens something in me
and in the moment, I feel your flame
still flickering in the dark depths of my soul
and in the hour of deepest shadows
the night gives me her dreams
like wildflowers that once blossomed
in darkness, singing after rain
their songs like memories
forever ever echo a sad refrain
petal by petal now fleeing
into the distance
© Ann Bagnall