Old Ghosts


Old Ghosts

You are etched within my heart

Your memory woven

Through the pages of my life

The last time I saw you

The quiet melancholy

Of a stormy day

The aching beauty of the sea

Twisting driftwood

The clamour of birdsong

In the rose of morning

Cherry blossoms

Weeping

Under a familiar moon

Then suddenly

With no warning

These things assail me

Their sighs and murmurs

Spilling over

Like silken cascades

Running through my life

Painted in colours

That only I can see

I stand alone

With no shape or form

Old ghosts

Old wounds

Drifting in

On gentle winds

The tapestry of time

Trailing

Across a clear blue sky

This floating world

Of wine and kisses

Your hand in mine

All I see is you

Only my love remains

Only the ground beneath

Yet this time

I feel you near

And somehow I sense

That in this moment

I am merely a heartbeat short

Of eternity

© Ann Bagnall 2015.

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