…have yet to begin

From the sighs of shadows
time is softly woven
illusory moments
intricately crafted
ephemeral like mist
they slip away

here in their wake
mourning endures
you my love
you are a whisper on the wind
you are always there
in the subtle song of rain
with the rising of the sun
and in the silent moonlit night

you bring me home
you, you are where it begins
and when the work of grief is done
when it has sobbed out its last utterance
you my love
you are where it ends

you open the gates of my heart
and all the things
and everything I need is here
all is spoken through your eyes
and memories have yet to begin
© Ann Bagnall
2012