…of desire

Ravens circling to my left, doves to my right
I have become a night owl, the one with a thousand eyes
burning in the dark
an ache, fathoms deep, in my soul
an ancient voice that calls
from where my shadow, now empty, echoes
an entire world in my depths
can you hear my heart calling from the embers and the ashes?
can you see the night changing its colours?
for a moment, the eyes of the storm are close
and this is my cue, my call to retreat
to don my cloak of invisibility
where once again I slip away
I ache to be silent and unseen
an empty window framed by darkness
free from the anchor and the arrows of longing
yet in my soul you still linger
the dichotomy of desire
I love you, I love you not, I need you, I need you not
threads of light through barren branches
the trees tremble, for they know my name
and they whisper it in hushed tones
to the trembling night
the cold caresses my pearlescent skin
softly, like gossamer veils of spider silk
and it awakens the need in me
suspended in the moment
I feel time still trickling in slow motion
and I am floating above it all
in the dark and the light, in the black and the white
I feel the feather light touch of the wind
and I am carried on gentle wings
ravens circling to my left
doves to my right
© Ann Bagnall