Visions of You

…in some past life I knew your name

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Awaking from an unremembered dream
that returns you to me
the dawn creeps in
I hear the voice of your heart
I see the rush of things that call you
that bring you to my side

the feeling of wind on my face
shimmering pastel colours
bedewed velvet petals
a winding path that leads
to a secluded quiet place

looking into the ever wearying rain
to the full moon on a cloudless night
waves crashing onto the shore again and again
rolling a pebble in my hand

the lengthening shadows of dusk
a rose gold sunset losing its strength
bleeding into the far horizon
the first pale gleam of moonrise
the dark and silent places
in the deep of night

the soft hours before sunrise
when sunshine melts the frost
wind stripped branches
stretching their arms
into clear cloudless heavens

leaves spiralling downward
an explosion of red and gold
the quiet sound of rain
falling on the roof
warm soft sand underfoot
the gentle green softness
of ever rolling hills

the cool feel of ancient walls
each stone in place
the sun on my back
when lightning flays the rooftops
when blossoms fall like rain
windblown and tossed
over broken branches
and loose stones

when clouds continue
endlessly trailing
across the bluest of skies
where the rivers of dreams flow dark
in the whispers of the night

the flow undermines
all unwilling resistance
but is far from enough
to bridge the sighing distance

yet I keep the visions of you
in some past life I loved your name
and now, syllable by syllable I strive
its sweetness to regain

© Ann Bagnall

** A poem from my book ‘The Moon Is Calling My Name’ published on Amazon**

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