…of my heart

I am accustomed to your face, it sustains me
your absence puts an edge on my existence
I feel the loss of you as if it is forever
just a momentary parting can stretch an instant into hours
the first sight after separation, as if new again
I see you in the light of fresh discovery
with the rush of precious memory
I feel the lack of you like an injury
and your return without knowledge
like a movement within, heart lifting
I know your hands they raise me up
the tracing of your fingertips against mine
I see your face, breathtaking
like the first glimpse of the widest ocean
the misty mountains, the deepest gorge
I know your voice without the sight of you, from a distance
as the church bells, the distant reminder of worship
are pealing louder, a sweet song floating on the breeze
the melody of my heart lifts me up and I am adrift upon the wind
© Ann Bagnall