…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
I 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