…my longing

In a recurring dream, I see you again
but when I touch your hand
I feel the frost of eternity, ice cold and distant
and I awaken in a world that is still cloaked in darkness
in the palm of my hand, I find a single glowing pearl
even though the clouds obscure the moon
in the moment I feel as if your light
has finally found my soul
I know you are here
as faithful as the returning tide
I whisper my longing from deep inside
but my words fall into the silence
just as the blossoms that dance on the wind
spiral slowly into the void
sorrow’s soft refrain whispering in the emptiness
and once again the rain is falling deep in my heart
I hear you calling to me, just resonant echoes
and in the moment I know that I have lost myself
I remember falling, and how, as I was falling
I felt a strange relief
my grief dissolving into the soft, swirling, mist
I rise to meet you as you vanish
and finally I bloom, in your soul
© Ann Bagnall