…your beloved face

This brief existence
this interlude
at times
it passes so slowly
like the drifting clouds
across a summer sky
or the fire
of autumn leaves
that lingers for an age
yet on reflection
my memories of you
an eternity in the making
seem less than moment
stolen
from the fleeing winds
of time

but in my dreams
my wishes rise
upon the waves of sleep
the sweet scent of jasmine
the rose light of morning
a shoreless ocean
I am taken back
with the tide
to where time and distance
are erased

and I see your face
your beloved face
as I used to know it
your eyes
deep liquid
sapphire pools
in which I long to float
I feel the warmth
of your gaze
chasing out the shadows
and the aching loneliness
running like a river
from my weeping soul
© Ann Bagnall
2012