MOVE ME POETRY — A POETRY COMMUNITY LIKE NO OTHER
Taken Back
The sky is turquoise
there is the scent of roses
and salt from the sea
shadows fall from unseen trees
I hear a bird call
a feather drifts softly down
I walk the cliff path
wind blows in off the ocean
I feel so alone
yet this place seems familiar
it feels so like home
I know that I am searching
I know not what for
but it calls to me strongly
and won’t be denied
memories are haunting me
your voice speaks my name
then weightless I am falling
and taken back with the tide
© Ann Bagnall
