…that dare not meet the light

A clandestine meeting, our final words
our last goodbye our secrets safe deep in my heart
sealed with love, a perfect entanglement
forever seared upon my soul
yet the river still flows unseen
seeking passage and refuge in my dreams
there is a silence between the endless empty hours
where the shadows trace the forgotten vows
across the lips of death
where the earth is slowly shifting
between the sun and the moon, a slow, soft eclipse
in this sacred place of wishes and dreams
you return to me in the hush of midnight
like a forgotten song, an unremembered dream
the truths that dare not meet the light
but linger silently in the ebony night
we do not speak, we never do, the silence holds us fast
until the hands of time tear the veils again
the flames of mourning still burning bright
drifting together in our hidden streams
we are two ghosts with one undying heart
morning is a threshold and I awaken with silver upon my skin
© Ann Bagnall