A Fading Fragrance


I do not need love to laugh
To romanticized it, how wonderful
It is, I don’t think it’s so beautiful
I don’t want painful love
I am not to able to forgive

There is someone I want
To see again
I can hear a voice, but cannot see
I can reach for it, but cannot touch
In a whisper, sinking, drowning
Something I loved, crying
Something I loved, dying

I have seen hope
I have had hope
I used to believe
I, who am not able
To love

Don’t look at me
What will you see
Dissolving as pale light
There’s me
A fading fragrance

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Reality and I have quarrelled. This is where I go so he can't find me, my Other Place. Here I can spin my Fancies and Fiction, as I wander among the Stars and listen as they whisper their secret to the moon. My name is Annie, I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself. I love cats, listening to the blues, the mountains more than the beach, being lazy, writing my fancies and fiction and I also love to crochet. That's me and this is my Other Place.

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