Wings


 In the stillness of a moonless night
 a thought takes off in search of a fragrance
 flitting noiselessly from the shadow of a tree
 to the bench that once was bathed with love
 No moon unveils itself to show it the way
 to the valley where it had once slept
 among some flowers of hope..
 It wanders up the night sky,
 resting briefly on a floating cloud
 too fragile to bear its mournful weight
 As the night moves towards a silvery dawn
 the orphan returns home
 to the sleepless cove
 from where it often flies
 in search of a lost scent.
© Reena
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2 thoughts on “Wings

  1. But when the moon smiles again
    It will forget its pain
    To take wings and fly
    Across the night sky.

    There in the sleeping dale
    Draped in the silvery veil
    Those blooms will call its name.
    And the scent will be just the same.

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