…the evocative echoes

Every moment etched upon my soul
brief moments of peace
eyes closed heart wide open, my disappearing act
fading, for what seems a lifetime in my mind
I drift away, away into the ethers of delusion
where in my hubris I feel fleetingly free
free from the hold that your heart has on me
free from the waves, the waves of longing
the fathomless depths of desire
but in time I hear you calling, just whispers
those hushed waves caressing a distant shore
and I feel the soft veils of moonlight
gently tracing my skin
and in the moment I recognise the signs
these moments, these metaphors
my heart, my dear heart, has delicately crafted
she knows my soul, she brings me home
from my self-imposed isolation, from my desolation
from where freedom was just a concept, not my reality
she cushions my fall with her gentle touch
but the fall, the fall, it is always too much
too much for me to bear, that descent in icy air
falling back into the echoes, the echoes of you
vague images shifting into soft mists
and peace, peace eludes me again
and I embrace the evocative echoes
eyes closed, heart wide open
my disappearing act
© Ann Bagnall