…we will be one with the loss

Reaching backwards to love
we will be one with the loss and with the finding
now another restless night
the moon rises through a cloud
just ragged threads of yesterday
fragments torn from the winds of time, fragile as a flame
existing now only within our hearts
the faraway call of a bird, out of place in the dark
no-one one is there, are we dreaming or waking?
we can’t quite remember
long ago we lost the questions
words that cannot be spoken now
because we let ourselves forget
here is the point that everything returns to
and something greater than ourselves
flows through us like rain
turn the pages my love, turn away from your pain
these things that make you smile
that stir the substance within, will keep us safe
until the next unguarded moment of our resilient hearts
what you see of me through the mirror
beyond your gaze, all that you see is all that I am
even the sky needs the earth to reveal it
although you stand on distant shores
clouds sprinkle the sun across the water
spinning a web of connection
and I know beyond knowing that in imperfect flowing time
memories are deeper than dreams
reaching backwards to love
we will be one with the loss and with the finding
© Ann Bagnall