…of unanswered questions

Something always calls me back to this desolate place
to this chamber of echoes, the tracings of tears
are all that are seen here
so long my heart has been empty, leaving me with nothing
but the shades of ruined loveliness
just shadows passing through the slow shifting dust
the many forms of illusions, falling slowly away
as finally I leave all that I have been
yet even those dark things I would have again
I long for something, the pictures unpainted
the songs unsung, the mirages and untamed reflections
distinguishing between the lies I have lived
and the truths I have told
enfolded in this mist of lace, let me find my way
through perpetually swinging doors
the constant ache of unanswered questions
all the dreams that I’ve been keeping amidst the dim shadows
and the whispers of forgotten promises
as mysterious as we were, all the answers I will have at last
blurry, slow motion flashbacks, unfolding layer upon layer
working my way down familiar walkways
that my heart already knows
and I know that they will guide me back
carry me through the endless darkness
across the fields of yesterday towards the pathways of my dreams
© Ann Bagnall