…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