…endlessly circle us

One foot in the mist, one foot in the flames
I hear you calling to me
from a faraway place in a faraway time
when we both had different names
memories deeply woven into the threads of twilight
we are ever drawn to the songs of our souls
as the shimmering veils of dusk and dreams endlessly circle us
in our separation they reverberate beneath our skin
for this, this is how we love now, in our ethereal forms
we both carry a flame, a knowledge
too precious for words and too soft for scripture
we still honour the ancient stones
marking time with our heartbeats
each a precious memory, restored from the silence
and our music still floats in frequencies
that only our souls can hear
© Ann Bagnall