…will not confide

As the restless wind rattles incessantly
at my casement window
the curtains float and blow aside
dancing in the ebb and flow
of such gentle attention
memories are stirring
awoken by the wheeling shadows
and the errant whispers of the night
bringing back all the things I left unsaid
but the questions with no answers
that I have asked a thousand times
these alone, the wind will not confide
the passage between realities
being both a window and a mirror
stands briefly open
soft recollections
that the mind alone invokes
are floating in the cool night air
as my ghosts come back to life
and I am swept away
© Ann Bagnall