Colour
You come to me in beauty
beneath a star-sown sky
where blossoms mingle
with the fragrance of moonlight
the air is charged with a storm
beyond the distant horizon
behind the windows of today
behind the mask that I display
caught between ice and water
clouds come upon me
cold, mute as the roses
touches my skin
colour haunts me
as things come into bloom
because I know for me
it comes from you alone
cradled in the evening hush
I dance with the wind that taunts me
and I wonder
if you only come to me in beauty?
or whether
should my skies fade
from blue to grey
would you still find me?
and would you stay?
© Ann Bagnall
