Memories are drifting in
like old ghosts
the last time I saw you
was on a dark stormy day
colourless melancholy
a restless, aching sea
driftwood twisting
birdsongs drifting
in the leaf red passages
of endless time
they anthem my regrets
and in the moment
I feel that you are near
we were once
just a heartbeat short
of eternity
but now I am alone
only my love remains
whispers call to me
from the sacred ground
beneath my feet
a dream has stirred
in a sanctified hush
just a quiet whisper
it feels like a returning
and the truth
needs no revealing
©Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 