…enough time

Endlessly wandering in the undulating drifts of my mind
where the all the aching echoes of the past remain
I am constantly searching for faint traces of your footprints
but the passing years have taken them away
it still seems but an instant ago that you lived deep within my heart
but there was never enough time to enfold myself in you
there were no colours rich enough, bright enough to paint you into my memory
I still wonder if you linger too long upon yesterday’s shores
or if you simply drift too far, too far to hear me calling
some moments fade all too soon leaving me still searching
not a trace left behind, but some moments must await their time
now in the endless silence of the hollow night
your echoes whisper like the sand speaks to the sea
and with each slapping wave they retreat into sleepless waiting
becoming lost again in the depths of my broken heart
© Ann Bagnall