…like fire

Sleep eludes me
an endless need
I feel the abyss
and the inevitable fear
that curls under each desire
undefinable loneliness
self inflicted tragedies
undertones
and whispered overtures
dreams clinging like fire
what ever they mean
it matters

glimpses
of an ancient ghost
shadows dancing
on the wall
running hands over history
the deep grey of stone
sensing its past
the enduring cold
moss green walls
I look at the dappled
forest floor
but the rock
is undisturbed

there is honeysuckle
in the air
and deep pink petals
swirl into the void
with the slowly
drifting leaves
I still feel the warmth
of your arms
but you are lost to me

where are you
my love?
my heart travels
down winding roads
where is your beloved face?
the gentle winds
whisper your name
and the mists of time
envelop me
as emptiness
fills me to overflowing

now the season is changing
so quickly it seems
the leaves
are falling once more
such sweet memories
we shared
in this beautiful place
your loss
has left a void in me

are you
searching too?
do you remember
my love?
does your heart
seek mine?
I am alone
in the darkness
an endless melancholy
descends upon me

and the brittle
autumn leaves
feel my pain
and share my loss
for they too are lost
to the shadows
and in their desolation
in their dying moments
they serenade me
most mournfully
© Ann Bagnall