…just a heartbeat away

I stand alone at the very cusp of the night
my face turned to the distant stars
stars, so achingly bright that they hide the clouds
the ever present clouds in my eyes
I feel a tremor, deep within
as a gentle, searching breeze
trailing slowly across my mood
I feel a growing warmth as my blood circles
endlessly flowing beneath
I sense the night unravelling in the perfumed breeze
the tides of memory roll
awakening familiar echoes in my close held soul
rousing the sleeping phantoms of the past
such a sweet, subtle spell
the moonlight weaves
but then, like icy shadows come the errant thoughts
did the sun used to fall just in that place?
only to fade into the clutches of the night?
did it fall just there?
where the moons’ silver now spills and stains?
as leaves floated in idle play and scattered upon the winds?
through the inconsistent dark
the rocks stand in stony silence
and the sea, rolls over all in sobbing, waves of grief
I hear it, a voice that never was
yet I know it, I remember
and wherever you tread, I long to also go
now drifting, like a fallen blossom fragrant and fragile
my feelings return, swirling and wild
like a winter storm and like the passion at the heart of a dream
unconquered by the sunless hours
I know your heart and even in the darkness
you are always just a heartbeat away
© Ann Bagnall
2014