…of desire

Dawn draws near and I linger here
languishing in the deep pools of longing
both the silence and I are aching
as the day breaks in rose coloured glass
and gently repaints my illusions
her pastel strokes fall like veils upon the morning
yet they are fragile, too ephemeral to disguise the darkness
that lies entangled in the fleeting corridors of night
entwined in my thoughts
the endless thorns of desire
the pain of separation
but now I must rise, rise, above it all, to stand tall
and turn my back upon the memories of the fall
for this affliction assails mein constant repetition
and I am lost, entombed in the devastation
© Ann Bagnall