…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