When the winds ask

The evening falls heavily
and with great uncertainty
an all-encompassing darkness
that flickers and grows

Here in this soft black conspiracy
nothing appears as it was
and we are careless of time
of place and of reality

My thoughts carry me gently
across the endless sea of night
and when the winds ask
the trees whisper your name

The sound paints in my mind
a long familiar picture
arranged in such a way
that gives the illusion of melody

The moon casts down its shadows
into the deepening night
and a window opens
onto the aching midnight sea

Again with you I long to lie
to watch the stars as they paint the sky
until we have exceeded heaven
and ecstasy has taken flight

© Ann Bagnall