…of heaven

My sweet love, you have vanished
shadows pass me but I don’t feel them
our memories are intertwined
and sometimes I sit in a lonely place and grieve for what I have lost
for no-one can know me more
not projecting or connecting but just reflecting
it was not so long ago
but now I am caught in the darkness, locked in the mirror
the waning light sinks into the sea
as the heavens, slowly weeping, are drifting away into eternity
the far horizon, a funeral scene
once gardens and groves, pavilions and palaces
the endless rhythm of the wind
the ages slowly drifting with quiescent ease
stars drifting in the darkness, unnumbered and fathoms deep
in the aching ocean of time
but time decrees what falls
the colours of the day move slowly on
I shall endure my thirst, for soon the wind will blow 
as always, right through me
I shall take leave into the blue to roam the endless skies
a wild tempest, in search of the face of heaven
to find the face of hope again
and once more, my sweet love, to look into your eyes
© Ann Bagnall