…and when?

I cannot rest, I dream and dream 
but you are far away, just images of you
a recollection in sunlight, leaves and shadows
I sense the time before the fall
I climbed this hill to search for you again
now I am running towards the edge, towards tomorrow
how do I fall?
and when?
my heart is pounding
and I am hurtling through the heavens 
in the wild winds where I shall melt 
and vanish away into the looming dark
the silence and wonder in that moment
when sleep becomes a shoreless ocean
where I almost always lose myself
and I always forget that I can never find my way back
© Ann Bagnall
2014