…you open for me

Without you, my hours are endless
a vast, empty space, fathoms deep
I am slowly drifting in the dark, silken night
taking this journey over and over
in the endless oceans of endless time
and in the faceless night we move together
the tides within call softly to me
and I feel my thoughts slowly winding backwards
endlessly spinning as you whisper across the darkness
tumbling waves of emotion, vague recollections
of all the things that life denies,the echoes of all that I have lost
and the endless paths of my illusions are relentlessly calling to me
so I remain here in the shadows of my unanswered questions
slowly drowning in the waiting
for you are the ocean in my veins, the whispers in my soul
but only your echoes remain, a deep ache in my heart
the mirror in the indigo, reveals its elaborate layers
but you are always home to me, a part of something vast and falling
and eyes into eyes you open for me
© Ann Bagnall
2013 revised 2025