…the aching need

In the silent shadows I hear you calling
beneath a canopy of tangled branches
I have no need for a candle
there is nothing here to fear
for it is  just you passing
as the wind might blow
like sleeplessness
my constant companion
the currents of time
and timelessness, flow as one
we go together into flight
as I look down
in the palm of my hand
a leaf
and now the aching need
© Ann Bagnall