…to land

As the roses fade
and as the sudden pall of winter is falling again
the shadows in my eyes
reveal how many days have escaped me
and now your name echoes from the silence within
and every day, hope rises on her finely fashioned wings
how much I long to fly, to drift higher upon the winds
I whisper my longing to my heart
and I am restless of wanting
aching for what is out of reach
longing for a glimpse of you, my beloved
to catch the dream that you were
to reach your distant shores
drifting down with the tide to finally land in your eyes
from where I can see that I am still beautiful
which deep down, I know
a brief moment in time between us, a tender kiss
and I have found a place to land
and once again in you, I have found myself
© Ann Bagnall
2013