…from this longing

Free me from this longing
I am whispering from deep inside
and once again my words are falling into the silence
like the hushed wings of butterflies, their songs never heard
spring blossoms and snowflakes that dance on the wind
the silent beauty of falling snow and stars that fall from the sky
here alone at the edge of the night the echoes of love and loss linger
longing is a delicate creature it resides in the silence
shifts back and forth in the shifting shadows
petals of pain and petals of hope
slowly descending unseen into the quiet void were loss lingers
my mind is drifting into the past
guided by soft colours and the scent of flowers
there are ghosts here, fading in and out of my sight
flickers of long ago moments, untouched by time or sorrow
in the empty void that follows, memories are fading again
but I know I will return here, night after night, dream after dream
for each time it beckons me closer, closer to what was once forgotten
where we will once again walk through the halls of our yesterdays
where lie the half lived days, the unspoken words, the truths and the lies
which, across the span of time like wishes
are nothing but dust in the corner of the untouched heart
© Ann Bagnall