…has been your friend

More are the times
that you walk alone
spending your days
in loneliness
life is like a picture
distorted by illusion
where you are neither
present nor apart

a place that is somewhere
between sleep and awake
where existence
has that shifting quality
like rain that comes and goes
and magnifies your pain
you grow weary of the winter
and of the tearing winds

solitude has been your friend
and the moon
has ever watched you
from the sky
you have wept more tears
than you can count
it is time your shadows
are laid to rest
let them melt into night
like the rose
melts into the spring

open up your heart
and like the lark
whose song is floating
upon the breeze
let your sorrows
escape your breast
and your soul
escape its toil
and soar forever onwards
into your dreams
© Ann Bagnall
2013