…from barren branches
Twilight comes to the forest
and I send an expectant prayer
to the wild moon
and the star filled sky
slowly arising, I turn
unsure and curious
shadows are fluttering
whispering in silken brambles
dark memories
like wounds
from a hostile rose
are somehow forgiven
dust from flowers
dust from dreams
my endless desert
of loneliness
I hear your voice
calling softly to me
across the empty years
what we once had
no longer exists
now as lost
as an ancient tomb
for we are now
just snowflakes
melting
upon the sea of desire
never meeting
not knowing how
but the petals of hope
are indestructible
Elysium
a wish encrusted jewel
it was many
so many years ago
oh how the moments
flew away
weak-winged is the song
that tells of the past
if our days are done
what shall I do now?
In this moment
the world turns in my hand
I cannot tell you how
but I see the answer
it is short and sweet
and I have come to the end of it
my eyes
like my heart
know the old doorways
so I break the glass
and the crimson wine spills
gently kissing the night
the distant moon is dancing
and eternity whispers
from barren arches
© Ann Bagnall
2012
Revised 2024
