Silence

…holds him close

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Each petal that falls
adds grace
and what perfection
falls between

fragrance
permeates the air
visited
upon a blue velvet night
it wafts to him

the unseen worlds
are pulsing
taken up with thoughts
of the past
of her
the moon
in the hollow of his hand

it pulls him back
to a place of rest
silence holds him close tonight
the history of pain
in his averted eyes

© Ann Bagnall 2014