…already knows

All is dust, forgotten
and you are wandering aimlessly
through the endless expanse of waiting
always keeping to yourself, behind walls of complex making
always a new disguise, that has a purpose you cannot tell
that speaks to you of emptiness, of voids within the heart
in a place of silence, you will discover instead
an echo from times long past, it will come to you on the wind
its irresistible ebb and flow, unfurled into today
fragile connections, unfinished dreams
that draw you into love again
here, in this unlikely place, longing will surrender to fullness
rushing in like the tide, tumbling in the like first light of day
returning in the moonlight and in the sounds of spring
here will be peace and stillness, in this place, here is your purpose
the mystery of this simple moment, the weavings of the ages
and in this will be the sure reflection
then you will remember, what the heart already knows
© Ann Bagnall
2013