Choka – Loss (Smoke in the Wind)

Like smoke in the wind

Memories are scattered now

Wispy visions form

At first glance familiar

Stirring old feelings

And I can almost reach them

With my outstretched hand

But with sudden dread

And lonely desperation

I see them shifting

Rippled across the surface

Once peaceful and clear

Stones of doubt fall heavily

And carry my thoughts from me

© Ann Bagnall 2015.