…from barren branches

Twilight comes to the forest and I send an expectant prayer
to the wild moon and the star filled sky
slowly arising, I turn, unsure and curious
shadows are fluttering like silken brambles
dark memories, these are forgiven
as wounds from a hostile rose
dust from flowers, dust from dreams
my endless desert of loneliness
I hear you calling softly to me
across the empty years
ancient and as lost as snowflakes
melting upon the sea of desire
never meeting not knowing how
yet the petals of hope are indestructible
what we once had no longer exists
now as lost as an ancient tomb
for we are now just snowflakes melting upon the sea of desire
never meeting, not knowing how
but the petals of hope are indestructible
elysium, a wish encrusted jewel
it was many, so many years ago oh how the moments flew away
weak-winged is the song that tells of the past
I sometimes wonder if it is really true
if our days are done what shall I do now?
in this moment the world turns in my hand
I cannot tell you how
but I see the answer, it is short and sweet
and I have come to the end of it
my eyes, like my heart, know the old doorways
and as hungry spirits decline
I break the glass and spill the crimson wine
and gently kiss the night
while the distant moon dances
and eternity whispers from barren arches
© Ann Bagnall
2012