…swimming in the silence

I have thrown a thousand words into the aching void
they have fallen upon the flames
been scattered across the night sky
now all but ash, dissolving in a calm reflecting pool
or invisible amongst forgotten mists
like dreams, they are just questions
that are never given voice
they have been silenced, lost, as echoes are lost
drifting in the dying wind, wrapped in the same mystery
born in silence, shrouded in shadows
yet always quietly lingering in their networks of murmurs
soft melodies of lost hopes and forever broken dreams
the endless trials of the mind
that secret door within my heart
the secret source of creativity
slow, slow, so achingly slow, always inseparable from me
never spoken, never dared, notes still waiting to be read
keeping to the cobwebbed corners
floating to me from the darkness
words from the heart swimming in the silence
lost in the sands, swept to sea
© Ann Bagnall
2013