…the intimate darkness

He walks in the darkness
amongst the trees
seeking
he comes for me
just for me
he moves
through the oaks
and the elms
in the shadows
reaching for me
in the tangled dark

he searches forever
walking
through oblivion
he winds
amongst branches
in the darkest corners
of the forest
his thoughts
are caressing me
from the shadows
relentlessly searching
through falling shades
of night

he walks
in the darkness
in the intimate darkness
I wait alone
amongst the trees
a silent witness
too many
disillusionments
in this timeless prison
he looks for me
in his imagination
year upon year
night upon night
through this retreat
from life

he comes for me
for our secret
for me
I wait in both hope
and despair
his voice is within
he looks for the light
I have left him
just for him
moving within
and without
always looking

he wrestles
with memories
night after night
he wanders
day upon day
down endless pathways
walking day after day
in his dreams
with me
© Ann Bagnall
2012