The Unravelling Night
She stands alone
At the very cusp of the night
Face turned to the distant stars
Stars so achingly bright
That they hide the clouds
The ever present clouds in her eyes
~
She feels a tremor deep within
As a gentle searching breeze
Trails slowly across her mood
She feels a growing warmth
As her blood circles
Endlessly flows beneath
~
She senses the night unravelling
In the perfumed breeze
The tides of memory roll
Awakening familiar echoes
In her close held soul
Rousing the sleeping phantoms
Of the past
~
Such a sweet subtle spell
The moonlight weaves
But then like an icy shadow
Comes the errant thought
Did the sun used to fall
Just in that place?
Only to fade
In the clutches of the night
~
Did it fall just there?
Where the moons’ silver
Spills and stains now
As leaves float in idle play
And scatter on the winds
~
Through the inconsistent dark
The rocks stand in stony silence
And the sea rolls over all
In sobbing waves of grief
~
She hears it
A voice that never was
Yet she knows she remembers
And wherever he treads
She longs to also go
~
Drifting
Like a fallen blossom
Fragrant and fragile
Her feelings return
Swirling and wild
Like a winter storm
~
And like the passion
At the heart of a dream
Unconquered by the sunless hours
She knows his heart
Even in the darkness
Always
© Ann Bagnall 2014.
👏 Bravo!
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such beautiful and classical….
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