…needs no revealing

Deep set in the core of your being, so deep that you forget yourself
the droning of indistinct voices, following in the ancient tracks
visiting empty graves half concealed by old stone walls
a condition of the mind, night deep
then in just a heartbeat, like a secret key opening in you
for a moment, a reflection
in a sanctified hush it appears as a whisper, wordless
to heal all heartaches and ease every pain
where blossoms once invited bees to drink
where the blue is more distant than the sky
it feels like a returning and you find your heart unchanged
the most elusive secrets, little more than a footnote in time
a murmur has stirred, the muted un-windings
filling you up to overflowing
and the truth needs no revealing
© Ann Bagnall
2013