Anna

There she was,

A wisp of sunlight through

Trees at dawn. The

Touch of the

Moonlight on the

Field. A beautiful

Flower, forever blooming.

Slender, as the young

Oak, fair as a

Lily. A welcome

Respite from the ugly

Grey of the 

World.

Her ghost still

Haunts me, a

Mist that vanishes as

I approach. The

Breeze, which

Comes and

Goes before

I know.

She is of

Heaven, I but of

Earth. She will

Always be

Up. I try,

Hopelessly,

Fruitlessly, to

Reach her.

I cannot.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Wonderful imagery in this piece. For Anna who is out of reach, this is a delightful read.

Chris

[Francois DuBois]

Merci beaucoup!

[JamesTleBourn]

Beautiful work as always, Aidan. I love your work. I'm a huge fan, it almost feels like I've known you for the past 5 years! Keep writing, stay safe!

James

[Francois DuBois]

Merci beaucoup, mon ami!