…still lingers

Fathomless dreams gently caress me
softly brushing across my cheek
feather light and familiar
I am cloaked in their luscious velvet folds
and drifting upon the open seas of my desire
moving slowly, time passes and silence whispers low and sweet
promises I know, that it won’t keep
overflowing into the melting of the dawn
memories slowly poured from the deep wells of my endless need
blossoms float beyond my reach, their scent engulfs me
as soft clouds pull me slowly within
where there is nothing, nothing to see, nothing to feel
but the ache of what could have been
you are here, somewhere near
in imperfect flowing time
but as always, I awaken too soon
too soon to reach you
and my heart is breaking once again
in the awakening I am alone
I cannot remember the warmth of your arms
but a trace of you still lingers
unexpectedly upon my tongue
© Ann Bagnall