In my unquiet slumber
the silken blossoms of memory awaken in waves
night blooming flowers that ebb and flow
softly pink on the dark ocean
fragments of a dream
floating silently downwards
like clouds of cherry blossoms
or roses, fragrant and beautiful
falling petal by fragile petal
just out of reach, to vanish as I sleep
© Ann Bagnall

 

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