…hold me close

You were the wild storm, the hurricane wreaking havoc in your wake
you were the white noise the silence that screamed
into the dark corners of the night
and the colour of the sun before it shifted out of sight
you were ever my rhapsody, my ecstasy, our passion unrestrained
a sweet song, a serenade, both my light and my shade
my fantasy, my poetry and in the end, my despair and misery
yet even now you are still here for me in the poignant sorrow
of my loneliness and in my melancholy
my life now coloured by the lingering notes
and the memories that prevail, in even the darkest of times
silence is now my melody, I ache for its embrace its gentle touch
and the fragile emptiness in which it flows across my skin
like a wind too gentle to be felt wraithlike, it caresses me
intangible and vaporous
its secrets unheard, yet resonating deep within my soul
keeping time with my pulse
signalling that my heart, so broken, is still beating
its dissonant chords shifting in the shadows
matching the hushed tones and ethereal notes
of our once unbroken symphony
perfect peace is circling me, my silken veils hold me close
I am now safe in the arms of this masterpiece of invisibility
my imperceptible eternity
© Ann Bagnall