…on the shadows of the past

The memories I have kept seem from another life
time that passed away in wisps
like smoke that which was once a fire, now only an ember
walking by lakes and sun warmed places
blinded by unceasing sunlight
I tread on the shadows of the past
cloud-mists in deep hollows drifting elegantly
clustered in dense patches, glistening in morning sun
but the colour of the morning is always painted on darkness
the centuries unfold, the seasons pass on by
and for a time I am content with the silence
and the rippled pool is peaceful once more
until he beckons once again in my dreams
© Ann Bagnall