…of a requiem

We never knew our destination and the future was unseen
our hopes where always built on treacherous sands
we drifted aimlessly on the ebb and flow of restless shifting tides
held fast in a moment in time, minutes moved silently to hours
we were anchored to the dissonant weight of emptiness
and the wind carried dark harbingers of change
the once fragrant petals of our memories
drifted slowly out of reach into the darkening woods
where we wandered aimlessly and unaware
walking down the familiar perfumed paths
in an attempt to rewrite our history
but we did not heed the wind’s pleading whispers
and we retraced our steps over and over again
finally becoming weary of our wandering
and tumbling together into a hall of mirrors
where in the moment, we embraced the fall
until deep in the shallows of despair
we heard the echoes of a requiem
and ever undefeated, the past prevailed again
© Ann Bagnall