…and undercurrents

Alone again
my memories of you
are haunting me
and in my loneliness
I wish the night
would speak to me
but I know that the night
in its velvet elegance
flows silent and free
and pays no attention to me

there’s a wisp of white
slowly drifting
in the shadows
painting endless images
of the lost ghosts
that still reside
in my aching soul
I reach for them
but they quietly dissolve
I search hither and yon
but I don’t see them again

soft traces of lost dreams
are slowly passing me by
on their gentle wings
I feel that I am now
in a different place
in a different time
a time of tides
and undercurrents
and destiny caught
between two worlds
still my memories
are haunting me

sweet to recall
but sad with the years
the sacred veils
slowly, sublimely falling
the music of the night
softly resonating
then all is suddenly silent
amongst the watching trees
and at this still and starry hour
the moon is unrevealing
and palely flowing
out the door
© Ann Bagnall