…waves of emotion

I feel as if I am dismissed, as if I was never here
a shadow figure, my substance lost
in seconds, in the light
or perhaps indeed, like a mirage
I fade, in and out of view
yet am perceived for only seconds, in the light
a silence drifts in on soft wings that only I can see
and night cloaks me in delicate ink
my strength has ebbed
and I am submerged now in these waters of darkness
drifting dolefully in the depths
I feel the weight in my bones
where pain is a river, constant and flowing
yet feeling nothing, it is what I seek
time seems to flow more slowly now
as if submerged beneath heavy waves
that blanket the surface of life
obscuring the light, draining the colour
slowly bleeding away everything but the stark shades of silence
my lingering tendrils of white
aching to ache, burning to burn
flowing like moonlight
ethereal silhouettes intertwined
I am in the wind now
with the echoes of words I have never heard
the echoes of the soul of the me that I will never be
the echoes of the eternal flame of poetry
above the waves, a fracture in the night
just wide enough for me to see the light
shards of glass, reflections of you
this moment is everything, tragically beautiful
waves of emotion flowing in unending undulation
the whispers of the night fill the empty chambers of my heart
replacing dust with petals, tearing the darkness apart
peace at last, as ink flows, flood after ebb, words spill
blooming like wildflowers
© Ann Bagnall