…flows between us
There are clouds on the hills
a cold crescent moon
and the hours alone
are windows to the past
there are nightingales
wine and candlelight
there are no commandments
and this sweet and ardent fire
it overflows
the sky opens
and the wind runs wild and blue
but here, where we are
suddenly, the world grows calm
such a silence flows between us
like blood in our veins
it courses through us
the air vibrates
lingers upon our lips
and there is such beauty
dripping from the breeze
© Ann Bagnall 2014
