…of memories

I am forever haunted
again and again
whispered words
drifting like ribbons
at the whim of the wind
yet etched into my soul

peace a distant rapture
that I clutch at
like a silken thread
constantly calling
from the mists
of yesterday

uninvited recollections
the pain of memories
like thunder and lightning
uncovering what is buried
starkly illuminating
what is hidden

the ghost of you
igniting fires
long extinguished
before retreating
into the darkness
leaving me trembling
and once again alone
in the shuddering night

where the winds
paint upon the heavens
the haunting shadows
of your face
and from a silence
ages long
give back to me
the music of your voice
© Ann Bagnall
2014
Revised 2024