…in the depths
Lost within myself
petals of memories
softly free falling
stepping out
on long unused pathways
through a weeping mist
through all the familiar places
behind me the crumbling walls
the deep vividness of night
falling on waves of fire
the rose’s velvety folds
a heavy scented breeze
in the silence
I am unravelling
winding new roads to old places
petals now full of moonlit dew
endlessly entwined
spilling colours
lilies float in a sea of green
in pools reflecting
ancient glades
dying like shadows
in the depths
© Ann Bagnall
