…to the moment

I see a shadow in the mirror, a sudden movement
I think it’s me, the fragility of the heart
I remember falling, unreachable
in a never-ending spiral without a resting place
still clinging to the moment and how it felt to lay in ruins
as I watch the clock ticks to escape
there is the fragrance of jasmine
and the fire and I are dying, each a slow death
but somewhere in the shallows
in the relentless silence the tides begin to turn again
and in the shadows the blanket of time falls quietly
an echo flutters within me, butterflies of memories
waves wash over me and words fail
worn like pebbles on riverbeds
dreams form from a reality yet to be
from imaginings of infinite things
you move through my mind, touch me, a tidal movement
only here, I think, could I have found you
now a sunset drowning into darkness
blending into the distance, now a thousand shades of blue
a touch of silk melting into darker hues
now the moon melts, slides into the sea without ripples
slipping ever so silently away
now a breath of eternity, like the whispers of the dawn
now meadows draped in pastel hues
catching fire in the morning sun
and now, you catch me as I descend
© Ann Bagnall