…once again

These days of melancholy, of separation, alone again
time seems like winter, pale, cold and still, absolutely still
and I feel like a whisper, silent gone unnoticed or a heart too long broken
abstaining from love but always searching for a single glowing spark
aching for a greater desire, for everything that made me need
that gave me all of me, wishing it was given without consequence
once again my heart remembers, recalls the joys and also the pain
it begins to dream and its’ song, sad refrain sends out a prayer upon the wind
then I feel you, feel you calling, like the vibrations of a sigh
and as if caught in a raging current, I feel your heart enfolding me
and again, here is another day, another lifetime
and once again the seasons turn
and I am yours and you are mine
once again
© Ann Bagnall
2013