Unaware that I was already deep in a dream
I pondered about the things, that mean the most to me
that I cannot live in a world without the superfluous beauty
of moonlight on water and skies full of stars
without the foolish extravagance of falling in love
or without my wild and useless longing to reach
beyond the boundaries of existence
for not everything precious needs a purpose
and when I awaken beneath the ordinary morning sky
I find a single black rose, resting upon my pillow
its petals are made of midnight, its thorns of broken promises
and its fragrance reminds me of everything
I was once told I no longer needed
I place it beside the window where the first light gathers
and for the first time I wonder whether
if this might be the very thing
that makes my existence worth enduring
©Ann Bagnall
