…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 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