…in the darkness

Sweet memories drifting in
I dream of whispers and love’s sweet kiss
a gentle breeze, a leaf falls, in a place hidden from all
a moment in time before the storm
I remember it all, your eyes, blue and soft as a summer sea
the wordless way you spoke with me, a longing that flowed
with heat enough to set the seven seas aflame
and then came the sharp edge of reality
revealing the figments of illusion, a fine-spun silken rigging
trembling with thunder over the field of dreams
words and wishes forgotten, your heart grew dark and distant
and my heart fell to ashes, all that remained, an aching void
through the silence of empty years
drowning in thoughts of you and the promises once spoken
memories are haunting me, flowing in like the oncoming tide
from which I ache to slip away
to flow as a river, gently running, sweetly shadowed by night
my heart is tragically broken, yet it still finds you everywhere
time is an endless thread of longing
I cling to the petals of memory
to hold them back from the inevitable unwinding
but they are already fading
like footsteps falling away into empty spaces
echoing unanswered in the darkness
and the night is ever cold upon my pillow
© Ann Bagnall