…even with me

Deep in my dreams
I see shadows of birds
swooping low in flight
I see bare branches
and hear forlorn sighs
from distant trees
as they softly call
to me

deep in my sorrow
I return to this sad place
to cliffside tracks
and whispering winds
to the cold sea fog
that wraps around
the abandoned ruins
of me

deep in my grief
I walk the winding path
of stepping-stones
through dying leaves
I hear their trembling
I feel their despair
for they are fallen
like me

deep in my world
I paint the sky dark
with the absence of colour
and with broken clouds
I silence the wind
and I cover the moon
for now there is nothing
nothing to feel
for me

deep in my emptiness
I drift in the quietude
of my solitude
suddenly free
from the pain
from the memories
my secrets unshared
even with me
© Ann Bagnall