…blanket the moon
Violets
blanket the moon
and there is
an unbroken dark
the vines are wild
yet beautiful
a verdant waltz
in the embrace
of a blue lake mist
all the air around
grows tremulous
in the voiceless night
and sweeps over me
silence speaks
a thousand words
a sweet song
of memories
moonlit skin
midnight reflections
then stumbling over beauty
the day steals in
like a whisper
and dawn
delivers up her breath
a deepening stain
of crimson
in ageless splendour
© Ann Bagnall 2013
