…and when?

I cannot rest
I dream and dream but you are far
just images of you
a recollection in sunlight
leaves and shadows

I sense the time before the fall
I climbed this hill to search for you again
I am running towards the edge
towards tomorrow
how do I fall?
and when?

heart pounding
hurtling through the heavens in the blue wind
I shall melt and vanish away in the dark

in silent wonder
in that moment
when sleep becomes a shoreless ocean
I almost always lose myself

and I always forget
that I can never find my way back

© Ann Bagnall