…to land

As the roses fade
and as the sudden pall
of winter
is falling again
the shadows in my eyes
reveal how many days
have escaped me

and now
your name echoes
from the silence within
and every day, hope rises
on her finely fashioned wings
how much I long to fly
to drift higher
upon the winds

I whisper my longing
to my heart
and I am restless
of wanting
aching
for what is out of reach
longing for a glimpse
of you, my beloved
to catch the dream
that you were

to reach your distant shores
drifting down with the tide
to finally land
in your eyes
from where I can see
that I am still beautiful
which deep down, I know

a brief moment in time
between us
a tender kiss
and I have found
a place to land
and once again
in you
I have found myself
© Ann Bagnall
2013