…remains here

This trembling hand of mine, holds the last tear stained letter
the only remembrance of a dream, that never lets this heart forget
I have returned many, many times, and here, alone, I think of you
like treasures laid deep in my soul
these thoughts appear, then they melt away
your footprints in time remain, where a touch of beauty falls on me
dancing through the dust in the velvet winds of sorrow
amidst the sighing trees, in the lost and lightless places
I remember still those perfumes of night
their final weary breathings
knowing our lives are intertwined, my heart remains here
you are the flame of every candle
an ocean that roams ever free
and I feel the breeze of your passing here
© Ann Bagnall
2012