Dreaming again
in a place between
the woods and the wind
familiar whispers
secrets stirred
time suspended
on a path unseen
leaves rustling
déjà vu
I see you again
your face
both familiar
and unfamiliar
an illusion of memory
yet I let the wind
take me there
over and over
I listen for you still
my clandestine melancholy
forever lingering
until I am made stone
with sudden dread
and passion
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 