…of yesterday

It is a labyrinth, an unmapped way
and there are tears, and despair
you never know what to say
as you walk these lonely stairs

the night bends near, in shades of grey
and there permeates a dejected air
that midnight cannot help betray
and the darkness will never share

but the heart can lead you far astray
and can catch you unaware
like the softest breath, on a windless day
the labyrinth slips imperceptibly away

splinters of love lie here and there
its’ light penetrates everywhere
before your dreams can wash away
waves climb the beach and disappear

caressing thoughts of yesterday
you forget that unmapped way
and walk the stair, another day
© Ann Bagnall
2012