…the aching need

In the silent shadows I hear you calling
I do not know what to say
you no longer walk the earth
I sit silently in the shadows
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