I Come To You
I come as shadows
Gently falling across the threshold
A movement in a doorway
Shifting in the twilight
I am murmurs that cling
Like an ache from another time
I am part of you
Woven into your day
Never far removed from thought
A dream lost
In the darkness of your past
I am the comfort
In the depths of endless night
I come in the pale, pre dawn light
In the silent breath of morning
I am the brief reflection
Caught sight of in a window
Or in a glassy pool
Before the ripples shatter all
The inner voice
The sounds you hear at night
I am the thought that fades too soon
The unasked question
That wakes you in the dark
I come as the whispers
And the echoes of the wind
I am there when the silence holds you close
Like hope in a long black night
I come as spring petals quicken
And ascend into fragrant flight
I come to you when summer
Hangs a sweet sun in the sky
I come with the autumn leaves
That dance in the winds of my breath
I come with the thick blanket of winter
With the new moon
And the fresh snow
I walk the pathway
That merges with yours
Over journeys
That can’t be marked in miles
And I am always with you
Through the tendrils of the course of time
And your heart knows
What never ends
Needs no beginning
© Ann Bagnall 2013.
“Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. It doesn’t matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again , come , come.”
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Ah Rumi – always lovely!
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So many brilliant lines in this poem…one of my favorites is …”I am murmurs that cling…”
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