…right here

What went before, my shell of tears and rain
a cold and distant room
now a vacant space, an empty place
an abandoned chapter in an unfinished book
the passages we must regret
the words bleached from the pages
in front of me an empty sheet
the book is open, fallen open
the text trailing across the chapters
travelled from some distant place
to this very space, this exact space
rushing yet to homes unknown
to places strange and yet unseen
so here we are, right here
no picture of the past no hint about the future
the beginning a mystery, the ending yet to be written
you…you were always my yearning
your presence I inhaled with every breath
you aroused the gentle breeze of summer
sad like a sacred song
and misunderstood like pain
the window of my soul opens
pages on the wind thrown aloft
escaping into the clear turquoise swell
into the vast space between heaven and earth
in endless undulant silent flight
burning with passion and with fire
through the leaf red passages of time
© Ann Bagnall
2014
(Revised 2024)