…into the mirror

My heart is a cold stone
drowning in shallow waters, searching for a lost reflection
my precious memories of you, disappearing like silent ripples
sweeping across the face of the mirror
just a momentary distortion in time
drifting for mere seconds in a cloud then nothing but clear glass
as she displays her hollow reflection
the mirror does not sense my pain or see the shining void within
nor does she feel, the aching absence
where even the constant shadows do not show themselves
yet their presence is tangible to me
their whispers unrelenting, a constant reminder of my loss
now the soft chimes of the clock, relentlessly mark the hours
her rhythm in conflict with my heart
ever in fast, forward motion she has no concept of looking back
she does not sense time, slipping away
nor feel the aching need, the desperation, to rewind, to escape
the formless weight of sorrow
only I, hear those seductive whispers
weaving their tangled threads of both truth and illusion
promising answers to unanswered questions
breaking the shattering silence
planting seeds of hope in an undivided darkness
light words, lead to dark thoughts, the night is falling faster now
I feel the breath of butterflies, soft upon my skin
I turn to the song of the wind and answer the call of the sea
nature’s magnificent alchemy
as the veils of moonlight now vanish before me
only to return in their time
my heart now knows the truth
love can endure through darkness
time and distance are ethereal
alone here in this place with only the absence of you
I have found myself once more dissolving in this grief
melting like salt into water
I am finally answering the echoes
I am falling into the mirror where pain can be repainted
made beautiful, on reflection
© Ann Bagnall