…like ribbons of silk

In this unquiet night, haunted by memories
drifting in from beyond, nothing moves save for the wind
that whispers to the trees
I cannot sleep for every thought of you
stabs at my heart and my soul
my pain deep, as if inflicted by a well sharpened blade
alone with my thoughts I sever the dark threads that bind me to you
and as I watch them unwinding, I feel myself unravelling
memories drift before my eyes, a slow slide show of despair
all that once I held dear, now nothing but restless ghosts
winding backwards in time
soon the distance between us, will be vast and unconquerable
unable to be measured, even if tears could be counted
I let go of the threads, watching them trembling
the cold wind carries them away
my dreams fading into the empty night
the pain of separation
promises of eternity lost to the four winds
our song fading into silence
now I am falling like ribbons of silk
softly into the waves of my grief
© Ann Bagnall