…on everyone

Darkness falls on everyone
it is falling still
despair and emptiness
hide unseen

these are the voices
of denied tomorrows
and deluded yesterdays
tears collide
with feelings never shown

yet like a running brook
that sings its melody
to the night
the beauty and peace
of the morning
ushers away
the dark and ebbing tides

the colours of the day
move in
blossoms burst
in fragrant flower
and fill the fragile heart
with joy

know that pages
are being written
unwoven thoughts
unmade dreams
are waiting
in the new tracings of light

through the endless blue
in the sighing
of the wind
if we let the river flow
from the deep well
at the source of tears

the beginnings
we see dimly
will run
through the shadows
reaching
for the light

and the dark memories
of yesterday
will disappear
like shooting stars
into the waiting night
© Ann Bagnall
2012