…haunts me

You come to me in beauty, beneath a star-sown sky
where blossoms mingle with the fragrance of moonlight
but the air is charged with a storm
beyond the distant horizon, behind the windows of today
behind the mask that I display
caught between ice and water, it leaves me breathless
clouds come upon me, cold, mute as the roses, touches my skin
will you leave me again?
colour haunts me, as things come into bloom
because I know for me, it comes from you alone
and cradled in the evening hush
I dance with the wind that taunts me
and I wonder if you only come to me in beauty?
or whether, should my skies fade from blue to grey
would you still find me? and would you stay?
© Ann Bagnall
2013