…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
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 2012