I Hear You Again

…on the passing breeze

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Cherry blossoms
and a deep blue sky
their petals floating
down the river of time
a sense of you
a sense of me
and a single cloud
drifts slowly by

fresh petals of spring
frail and drifting
scattered fragments
of a fading dream
flooding out
in graceful silence
and then lost
in the endless stream

they simply bloom
in pretty fragrant trails
these scented days
like petal after petal
upon my heart
they weigh
a gentle breeze
a drifting boat
alone again
another day

petals flecked
with the gold of the sun
falling like tears
from the boundless sky
floating silently
downwards
into the stream
and in their quiet whispers
I hear you again
on the passing breeze
© Ann Bagnall
2014