…I knew your name

Awakening from an unremembered dream
that returns you to me as the dawn creeps in
I hear the voice of your heart
I see the rush of things that call you, that bring you to my side
the feeling of wind on my face
shimmering pastel colours, bedewed velvet petals
a winding path that leads to a quiet secluded place
looking into the ever wearying rain
to the full moon on a cloudless night
waves crashing onto the shore, again and again
rolling a pebble in my hand
the lengthening shadows of dusk
a rose gold sunset losing its strength
bleeding into the far horizon
the first pale gleam of moonrise
the dark and silent places in the deep of night
the soft hours before sunrise
when the sunshine melts the frost
wind stripped branches stretching their arms
into clear cloudless heavens
leaves spiralling downward, an explosion of red and gold
the quiet sound of rain falling on the roof
warm soft sand underfoot
the gentle green softness of ever rolling hills
the cool feel of ancient walls, each stone in place
the warmth of the sun on my back
when lightning flays the rooftops
when blossoms fall like rain, windblown and tossed
over broken branches and loose stones
when clouds continue endlessly trailing across the bluest of skies
where the rivers of dreams flow dark
in the whispers of the night
the flow undermines all unwilling resistance
but is far from enough to bridge the sighing distance
yet I keep the visions of you
in some past life I knew your name
and now, syllable by syllable I strive, its sweetness to regain
© Ann Bagnall