…white is the colour of the wind

White, white is the colour of the wind
forgiveness is a gift that I cannot give
for you once promised we would last until the end of time
that you would ever be mine
now you are gone, gone with the wind
like a candle extinguished unexpectedly
the heat still burning in the moment
soft white plumes of smoke, all that remains
white, white like the colour of the wind
it is time, the time has come for my heart to say goodbye
I feel it trembling like a lace curtain
sheer and white as a burial shroud yet to enter the soil
still white for seconds, perhaps minutes
before darkness descends
white, white like the colour of the wind
I am drifting now, forever drifting, a sense of timelessness
a minute, an instant, an hour, a day
why did it come to this?
my broken heart could never say
only a memory gone with the wind put to rest in the black abyss
but in my soul a light still lingers, soft and shifting
and white, white is the colour of the wind
© Ann Bagnall