Long after the grieving
after the last breaths are stilled
and the last tears have fallen
after the last songs are finally sung
the echoes become still
and then in the silence
the realm of solitude rules
where ghosts become company
where loneliness evolves
into something without form
where our pulse slows
where we embrace the sorrow
the lack of boundaries
and the loss of the far horizon
where time is no longer a line
but now an endless spiral, it is still time
just as wind beneath water, is still wind
I hold nothing
but my heart is full of solitude
there is no alone, just a silence
both heard and unheard
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 