…and the breaking of the ties that bind

In the distant depths
of the darkest of dreams
I wander aimlessly with you
through the weightless hours
and the weeping waves
of the softly whispered
nocturnes, of seemingly
endless night

but in the returning
in the aching
of the dawn
and the breaking
of the day
my brittle hopes
and my battered heart
are also bruised and broken

as always, I awaken alone
already missing you
and I still hear your voice
soft, like music
in the voice of the wind
that trails her fingers
ever gently
across the shivering back
of the aching, early morn

the weeping waves
of the distant whispers
of the fleeing night
now waves of sorrow
singing softly
upon the breeze
the melodies of memories
that are drifting
far away from me

each new day I find
that the awakening
takes you further away
and in the swirling mists
that now gently drift
between you and I
I can hear the distant echoes
of the sounds of desolation
the quiet unravelling of time
and the breaking
of the ties that bind
© Ann Bagnall