…colourless

Endlessly wandering
in the undulating drifts of my mind
where all the aching echoes of the past remain
I have been searching for faint traces of your footprints
but the passing years have taken them away
it seems but an instant ago that you lived within my heart
but there was never enough time to enfold myself in you
there are no colours rich enough to paint you into memory
do you linger too long upon yesterday’s shores?
or do you simply drift too far to hear me calling?
some moments fade all too soon, leaving not a trace behind
some moments must await their time
in the silence of the night
they whisper like the sand speaks to the sea
in the sleepless waiting and the loneliness
and with each slapping wave
I fall colourless into the undulating waves
becoming lost again in the depths of my heart
©Ann Bagnall
2012