…that fades too soon

I come as shadows, gently falling across the threshold
a movement in a doorway, shifting in the twilight
I am the murmurs that cling, like an ache from another time
I am part of you woven into your day
never far removed from thought
a dream lost in the darkness of your past
I am the comfort in the depths of endless night
I come in the pale pre-dawn light, in the silent breath of morning
I am the brief reflection, caught sight of in a window
or in a glassy pool before the ripples shatter all
the inner voice, the sounds you hear in the night
I am the thought that fades too soon
the unasked question that wakes you in the dark
I come as the whispers and the echoes of the wind
I am there when the silence holds you close
like hope, in a long black night
I come as spring petals quicken and ascend into fragrant flight
I come to you when summer hangs a sweet sun in the sky
I come with the autumn leaves that dance in the wind of my breath
I come with the thick blanket of winter
with the new moon and the fresh snow
I walk the pathway that merges with yours
over journeys that can’t be marked in miles
and I am always with you through the tendrils of the course of time
and your heart knows, what never ends, needs no beginning
© Ann Bagnall
2013