…is like a whispered question
The days go by, and I endure
the hours of endless night
the clock tolls over and over
and time slips away
into the infinite emptiness
of tomorrow
the leaves are falling
the light seems always
close to dying
and the rain falls softly down
its melody is sad
like a thousand sighs
from shivering trees
which throw their branches
at the sky
and their shadows
on the ground
as their red leaves
fall and blanket the earth
where in the dappled light
on a piece of twisted wood
two butterflies rest
dauntless in the quiet
and it is like watching heaven
as waves of calm
wash over me
you took my heart
but there is a fire still
a slow burn
my soul is a thirsty desert
touched
by the bloom of flowers
after heavy rain
and love is like
a whispered question
and I will hear an answer
upon the wind
and I will hear an answer
upon the wind
© Ann Bagnall
2013
Revised 2024
