…is to the moon

In breath after breath, we dwell
as a single shadow, intertwined, in mind and soul
as the earth is to the moon and to the overarching sky
there are many faces, of our love
the longest shadows of a slow burning sunset
evening birds, awakening to life
the fragrant breath, of the seasons
and the endless returning of waves, to the shore
the ever-changing hues of heaven
this is the earth speaking, the dream that you are
time drifts aimlessly, memories, whisper to me
you have been away so long
you are like the shadows, shifting restless, uneasy
achingly distant, in the dark corners, of dreams
where I find you waiting
the bees, cling to the flowers
black pools, dance with raindrops
branches, are heavy with buds
the brook, flows into the darkness
just as the cycles of the moon, send the snowflakes
and then the blossoms whirling through the blue
you open me gently to the morning
you share the spark, you fan the flame
and set my waking hours on fire
in a language, that is ours alone
you slip into my thoughts
and I am melting, just as you melt, into me
like the gold of the sun
falling softly, and gratefully into a burning sea
© Ann Bagnall
2014