Memories (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 and 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

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