…of my past

Liquid spheres are hung from leaf and twig
reflecting all in each…and each in all
for single glistening instants
everywhere in the blue beyond
all the seasons of my past
are rolled into this…
this sky blue archetype of afternoon
the frieze of clouds, the sapphire skies
the distant hidden stretches
where many dark things are buried
leafing through chapters often read before
the illusive mists are slowly dissolving
leaving behind memory’s timeless fabric
but only revealing the silken tissue
which still conceals everything…
with its’ diaphanous veiling
the many layered sheets of haze
in their opalescent beauty
that gently intervene
now carried away upon the wind
they leave no trace
that you have ever been…
but still I linger as it darkens here…
and still I cling to my memories
and still regret…
regret
© Ann Bagnall