…from blue to grey

These days of melancholy
time seems like winter, pale and cold and still, absolutely still
my tears won’t stop falling
like secrets whispered into a desolate wind
my heart remembers our song
and I feel you calling, a sad refrain upon the wind
your heart enfolding mine in the moment
once again I am yours and you are mine
but the seasons turn, another lonely spring in solitude
here is another day, another lifetime
all that made me need, lies empty and hollow,
without consequence
I am alone, alone on the desolate bewildering path of pain
alone with the mist that remains from yesterday’s memories
the days of our separation, are now just dust and shadows
for we have lost each other
yet my heart begins to dream
your soul was as blue as the sky,arching over, moving slow
I recognise its singular beauty in the vibrations of a sigh
and as if by current caught, I fall deeper into you
then the sky fades from blue to grey
and I forget you a little, day by day
© Ann Bagnall