In His Dream
With empty hands
and empty heart
he sits alone
with his thoughts
in quiet reflection
of yesterday
now starved
for colour and light
holding only
the memories
of her pale
and haunting face
dreams are dust
before the wind
held within
the heart of stars
her blue eyes mirrored
the deepest ocean
and in her mind
a memory
takes her back
a waltz across the boards
shadows dance
about a darkened room
flowers blossom
and leaves fall
a gleaming moon
upon the pond
golden hues
and deep green waters
groves in full white flower
half hidden
in the mist
then silence
nothing moves
sleep comes so slowly
the secrets of her soul
slip away in the night
but the light still lingers
in her eyes
there is a fragrance
on the breeze
and in his dream
there is an empty garden
© Ann Bagnall
