…evanescent

Lingering and formless as a shifting shadow
the ghost of you flows through me
silken and cool in tones of blue
that whisper low in the shattering silence
a liquid caress that holds me close in this unquiet place
dreamlike I am floating, I hold my breath and sense the ebb
the colours slipping, evanescent, falling from my grasp
melting like a distant memory as you slowly fade away
© Ann Bagnall