…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