…bridging the sighing distance

Longing for that exquisite dream in which the light of heaven burns
a place of peace and gentle breezes
a distant mountain of wildflowers and fragrant, cool meadows
a still ocean where the tides dance in the moon’s embrace
violet flowers adrift upon a lonely sky
skies forever azure beyond the the endless rhythm
of nocturnal winds over the rain, above the sea
smooth gold and gentle rose, softly blushing trailing clouds
but behind it all midnight is blazing in the distance
dreaming in silver indifference, opaque and ever silent
the rivers of dreams, flow quietly, whispering colourless in the night
but the soft hours before sunrise return you to me
just fragments of you, bridging the sighing distance
like petals drifting helpless in drowsy depths of shadowed skies
in some past life I loved your name
and now, once again syllable by syllable, I strive
its’ sweetness to regain
©Ann Bagnall